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# "Golf Ditties" - Judge Magazine Page Analysis This page contains two pieces of golf humor from an early-20th-century American magazine. **The Poem** ("Golf Ditties" by Sara Henderson Hay) satirizes golf culture's pretensions. It argues that what matters isn't expensive equipment, fancy clothing, or a prestigious club—only actual skill on the links. The repeated refrain celebrates "the man, who unposingly can / Get out on the golf links and play," mocking wealthy golfers who use status symbols to compensate for poor play. **The Two Anecdotes** humorously depict young boys encountering pompous adult golfers: - A boy interrupts a man's swing repeatedly; when finally asked to be quiet, he asks why he can't talk when he wants to, then heckles the man's poor shot - Another boy admits he won't shoot well that day—the author notes 95% of adult golfers share this pessimism **The Cartoon** shows a Salvation Army soldier arriving home, greeting his family with the caption "Hello, Dad! When did you join the Salvation Army?"—likely suggesting he's dressed in cheap, shabby clothes. The overall message critiques golf's class pretensions and human vanity.
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a i It isn’t the number of clubs you ean be “Golf Ditties” by Sara Henderson Hay T ISN'T the cut of your knick Nor the tag of what tailor th Jr the golf sandals neat, that are gracing your fect, And the hue of the socks that you w ty Though these are all good in a way, But the crowd hails the man, who un- _ posingly can out on the golf links and play. He may not drive up in a racer, 1e costliest model on sale, Nor with too large a bag for the caddie to drag, And such surplus of balls you turn pale. His costume may not be attractive, (But that is the least you can say) For no one can scoff, when they sce him Though clothes oftentimes make And thou; And drive off, The golfer who really can play. the woman, They can’t make a golfer at all, you have suits cut in Walt Hagen’s style, won't help in hitting the ball. n the caddies respect him, Chief compliment golfing can pay, Th For the crowd cheers the man, who un- f } posingly can Get out on the golf links and play. T WAS on the links of the Red Run Golf Club at Royal Oak, Mich.; we were a foursome. At the eleventh tee we met a small boy, clad in blue overalls, who had climbed over the near-by fence and was wandering about the grounds in search of amusement. He was not over five years of age. One of our party, we will call him Mr. Touchy, said to the little fellow, “What are you doing here, young man? Youn America answered, “Aint doin’ » “Tam about to and I don’t want you to say any- thing until after I put my ball on the put it on the er “Shut up." * yelled Well, go on and hit it. [want to see you do it!” “AML right; I'll show you club was in the air ready to at the ball when the boy let “T don’t sce why I can't talk hy sliced his ball into the rough and picking up the grinning urchin he carried him to the fence and gently dropped him over on the other side, say- ing as he did so: “Run home, 3 The boy, greatly astonis now you keep quiet and roared Touchy, and his u little devil!” ed, stood a “Hullo, Dad! join the Salvation Army?’ moment looking at his big adversary and in a faint, abused voice he essayed a fare- well shot as he turned toward his home “Why can’t [ talk when [ want te Touchy came slowly back to the ing group all of whom were by this time enjoying a great laugh ‘Touchy, n you beat i P. Bacur, Detroit, Mich, eeey D, last summer on the As I came round of a youngster —WaLLace up to the first tee for the se the nine-hole course I met there about five years old who had a small set of golf clubs and was taking the customary practice swing: en with a youngster of that age there is a certain cameraderie in golf, and I greeted him cheerfully “Well, son, do you think you will shoot a good game to-day He replied, with a sort of a lisp, “I don’t think so. I never There are probably 95 per cent. of adult players that could truth state ase in the same words,—V. Exnest p, Indianapolis, Ind. 's the big ic men in your country club taken to chewing tobacco and grow- ng whiskers. The Member—Well, all the women smoke, cut their hair, swear and wear knickerbockers and we men have to have some distinguishing marks. $$, The Guest—W the you see, When did you comicbooks.com