Judge — November 11, 1922 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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but no one saw it fall. After searching he fairway, under and beyond the tree, 1 vain, T suggested that it might have odged in a fork and my caddy scaled the ve in what he insisted was a hopeless guest. A moment later a shout of aston- shimentwafted down from the boughs, for, lo and behold! the ball peacefully in-an abandoned bird’s nest. Had the nest been occupied it could surely have been accounted a “birdie” hole, : eat Thave long cherished but have ni accomplished and while I know tha disclaimer spoils the story, I cannot yield the temptation, The playing the ball was a poser, but I scorned estion of my opponent that I lift As you will aphic outline, I type described is substantial rather than willowy or wanlike and it was with some misgivings onsiderable more determination than » that I* up that old apple t might be said that certain elements in the gallery were ex- Jand passed on toward the clubhouse during this proceedi In this unheard- of roost. and 4 y and varied pre- liminaries I finally found a stance among the more substantial forks and with my trusty mashie blazed away at the nest. It crumbled to dust but the ball boun toward the green and stopped four feet rom the cup. I fairly screamed when I sunk the putt for a halved hole. was reposing question of Scooty Blear by CW. Myers YAHIB is a mon wha has na mathe- matical o' responsibility. in pootin’ doun his score. sense 2 gawfer wha ne'er brags aboot his game when fixin’ oop a match. * * * \ beebish is a bachelor gawfer whase socks a’ways need darnin’, + * * A tootish is a mon wha is afraid tae use a guid ba’ at a water hole. + * # Tt micht be treason tae poot a kick in a joke on prohibition, but they're aboot sixty-three million” Americans wha are willin’ tae tak’ a chance. eee If a birdie is ane oonder par an’ an cagle two oonder par I wad say that three ower par wad be a buzzard. see If soome men cad play as weel oon th’ s in th’ locker-room there wad be coorse mony a Chick Evans an’ a Walter Hagen. + * * It’s funny that when men become famous as ba’ players or poogilists or movie actors, or joost ordinary million- aires, they a’ hae thir pictures taken oon th’ first tee. frien’ wha is th’ champion in le gawf. He a’ways has a bad time oon th’ greens. It’s joost a case of putt-putt-putt ilka tin . Thi lively Tenwp an owl ane whaciot ge at th’ zoo. Tn a’maist ilka organization ye'll find a wise bird an’ a chatterin’ fool. Rata Tommy’s Cranberry Sauce by 0.. K. Ho SOMETHIN’S doin’ with my gear, SS “Must ’ve slipped a chain, "Guess I've loska eparkeplig. For I’ve got an awful Just got through with eatin An’ I'm chokin’ with remorse— Naw!—it ain't the turkey, Ts theeranberry sauce: Had a half a turkey Had some dark meat, too: Had a drumstick an’ a wing— More ‘n I could chew; Had another helpin’ An’ some pumpkin pie, of course. Naw!—it ain't the turke: It’s the cranberry sat ave some supper? you had: cold! s breast, Pumpkin pi Want to drive me m: Hurry up the doctor Or Pll get so bloomin’ cross— Naw!—It ain't the turkey, It's the cranberry sauce! Drawn by Rene CLARKE. Don’t you believe that stuff about the courses being harder nowadays. Just be thankful you don’t have to play with a lot of rough Indians for a gallery