Judge, 1923-05-26 · page 8 of 36
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# "Told at the 19th Hole": A Golf Club Satire This page from *Judge* magazine presents humorous observations about golf and golfers at an exclusive country club (Brae Burn, near Boston). The content consists of: **Main Poem** by Walter Trumbull: Addressed to "June," personifying the month while critiquing its effects on golf—pleasant weather but overgrown grass, blooming flowers creating rough hazards, and unpredictable warmth. **Satirical Observations**: Brief jokes about golfers' behavior and excuses. Notable is the extended metaphor comparing a golf ball to a person seeking freedom but being "beat back" by society—a lighthearted commentary on conformity. **The Cartoon**: Shows a golfer mid-swing with an exaggerated arc, illustrating typical club member behavior. **Final Joke**: About "Fred Hooker," a member whose ball always flies off-line so consistently that when he once hits straight, nobody recognizes it as his shot. The satire targets wealthy golfers' pretensions, their elaborate excuses for poor play, and their quirky personalities—typical *Judge* fodder mocking upper-class leisure culture.
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©Edwin Levick. BRAE BURN COUNTRY CLUB, WEST NEWTON, BOSTON, MASS. Brae Burn, where many a long drive is kilt. TOLD AT THE 19th HOLE by Walter Trumbull une, I like your pleasant weather, For ’tis then my love and I Often play at golf together Underneath your turquoise sky. June, you spread your grass so thickly es let it grow so quickly That it slackens up a putt. and woods you set to blooming. xy! But it makes it tough When a ball I hit goes zooming Out among them in the rough. June, there’s nothing more depressing Than a cold and rainy storm, But your sunshine, I’m confessing, Frequently’s a little warm. If you would but give attention— Make it serious and soon To these matters which I mention, You'd be simply perfect, June. + * «* The difference between driving on a country road and driving on a golf ecurse is that in driving on a golf course you have to use both hands. * * * As Ep ball looks on the outside LY exactly like its fellows. But bound within its ordinary exterior is the spirit of adventure. It starts off along the straight and narrow path. Then it sees a flower blooming in the rough or a boundary past which it has never been and suddenly it rids itself of inhibitions and gives play to the longing for freedom in its soul. Like all other things which leave the beaten track it is subject to blame and misunderstanding. Cruel per- sons recapture it and beat it back to what they consider the true path with a i And it only wanted to be ni different! Once a golfer has told his story he A cardinal rule of the game states that he mustn't improve should stick to it. a lie. * . . No efficiency expert is needed to show a woman how to « her mind. * * * Ships which lie beyond the thre limit belong to a bottle scarred fleet. “pas is Eve,” the Lord said. “Adam, to your keeping y I consign her, to share your and cup. Never hurt her feelings; if she gets to * the Lord said. you will find her Hard of understanding, easy to adore, Never contradict or venture to remind her If she drops a stroke or two counting up the score.” “Adam, “This is Eve,” the Lord said. “Adam, you will doubt her Power of brain or reason twenty times a day, But you'll find it is no fun to play without her: In or out of season, she has come to stay.” * * « A sovnce of comfort is the eaddie. ye Joyous and clear his voice re- sounds When yelling2cheery little laddie, In accents shrill, “It’s outa bounds.” Or when, with face so bright and smiling No ray of sunshine equals it, e id beguiling ull is in the pit.” * * * Nothing in this world is so easy as to pick flaws in the other man’s game. Drawn by RENE CLARKE. MEMBERS OF OUR CLUB There’s no doubt about it—Fred Hooker does hit the weirdest ball you ever saw! In fact, he is never on the line. Fred got so used to this, that once, when he did pole out a straight one— 6 comicbooks.com