Judge — February 17, 1923 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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© Edwin Levick Eagles and Birdies by Walter Trumbull A GoureRr bold, the father of a pair of lovely daughters, Was growing old, so took them where he had his golfing quarters And gave them lessons, for he thought that this might be the last time He'd play—and they would be the links which bound him to the pastime. At driving Cynthia proved to be an adept and a wonder, While sweet Dolores showed that she could really putt like thunder And as their game improved in pitch and got the proper tuning They played their shots in perfect form and both were good at spooning. Now Cynthia drives a motor car—her match-making showed talent Dolores puttered round in par—her prize a handsome gallant— And father every night reflects, as he sits down to dinner, Upon the fact that it is form which al- ways makes a winner. * *# # A reformer is a man who wishes to cut every foot to fit the same shoe. * * 8 The more we learn in this world the more we learn there is to learn. * * * An old bachelor is one who in his inner- most thoughts still endows some woman with qualities which she doesn’t possess. * * & ‘ov have a head like a cameo; A nose and chin of the Greck design Phidias used in the long ago, With a crown of hair that is soft and fine. But for one thing T would be your beau, Woo you madly each passing minute; You have a head like a cameo, But, lady, there isn’t a darn thing in it. Told at the 19th Hole | THAT CHERRY TREE INCI- DENT “Yes, he really did it with one slice.” HE was a great and lovely queen And he—was just Pierrot. Her finger rings were emeralds green And rubies all aglow; Soft pearls gleamed in her hair above, But while Pierrot should live The poor lone jewel of his love Was all he had to give. as He knelt with it be To pray she'd unde cn She smiled a little smile and sweet And stretched reless hand; But though their paths were far apart Still, people say who know, They found at last upon her heart The jewel of Pierrot. * * * ore her fect, When you find your ball lying in a footprint in a sand » you know that there is one who has passed before—and wish he had passed beyond, 6 ai =f Inwood Country Club, Inwood, Long Island Long Island recalls the place where Washington, in his match with Clin- ton, got in the rough but holed out in '77. The Rime of the Ancient Golfer by Wolcott Tuckerman T Was an ancient golfer, And lie'stopped mevat the ter: “By thy long gray beard and rum-dyed nose, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me? The hour is late, the foursome waits, And Lam keen to play I've not been ‘round since Sunday week Tell me some other day.” He held me with his skinny hand, “T missed a putt,” quoth “On number one, and ther On short hole number three. I sliced my drive to mumber five Behind a great stone wall, The niblick shots I took were six, And then E lost my ball. The seventh hole I did in nine, At cight I caught the ditch, On number ten [hooked my cleck And topped a mashie pitch. The next few holes were not so good, My shots were short and wide.” (I did my best to halt the pest, He would not be denied.) “The valley hole T started well, And should have ha¢ But a man yelled *Fore! And so I took eleven.” seven, and spoiled my “For the luvamike let me tee up! My comrades all have driven.” To stop or slow Niagara’s flow, I might as well have striven. “A moment more,” he croaked at last, “And then [will be done. At seventeen TF drove the green And did the hole in one!”