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# Satire and Humor on This Judge Page This page contains three golf-themed pieces satirizing early 20th-century leisure culture. **"Daylight Saving Is a Pip"** mocks the newly-implemented daylight saving time (introduced in the U.S. in 1918). The poem's speaker obsessively uses extra evening hours for golf rather than sleep or productive work, neglecting his business and health. The satire targets how middle-class men prioritize recreation over responsibility—and how daylight saving enables this self-indulgence. **"A Good Lie for a Spoon"** is a brief anecdote about Scottish golfers Sandy and Donald. The joke: Sandy discovers Donald's ball was in Sandy's own pocket the whole time, yet Donald somehow still tied the match. It mocks gullibility and cheating. **"Th' Auld Gawfer"** presents a virtuous elderly golfer—serene, patient, non-competitive—who accepts golf's outcomes with grace. This nostalgic tribute contrasts sharply with modern golfers' rage and vanity, implicitly criticizing the era's increasingly competitive, temperamental approach to the sport.
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Ballades of a Dub This Daylight Saving Is a Pip by A. N.C. Fouler Tow that the clocks are 4N I find that I can rise a And, jumping lightly out of bed, At four fifteen reach our first tee Whence, dubbing round most patient! (With some refreshment on the hip I needn't quit till nine, you see— This daylight saving is a pip. If practice, as the wise have said, Be father of proficiency, By next September on the dead They'll pin some medals upon me Who used to be fromage de Brie But in a year may take the trip To bring that cup back oversea— This daylight saving is a pip! Of course Iam not nourished As doctors claim I ought to be, For sleep I exercise instead And I lose weight quit Also my bus'‘ness is N. € I give iy friends and books the slip— But I maintain most foreibly ‘This daylight saving is a pip! nefully, LEnvoi Good Lord, it’s midnight, hully gee! In just three hours I must skip To meet my caddy with forced glee— This daylight saving GARDNER REA 23 is LAB a Oia A good lie for a spoon. tat Xaxpy axp Donatp were bitter rivals Don the local golf links in Scotland, yet their battles were fought in the club- house and never on the course. At last they were persuaded to. play together, and, after a hard struggle, they stood both square at the eighteenth tee. Donald hooked his tee shot into some very bad rough ground; Sandy hit a fair and then went to help Donald find his ball. After a considerable time Donald found his ball, played out of the rough, and managed to halve the hole and the match, Late that evening, when Sandy was walking home with a friend, he remarked: “It's a verra strange thing, but I canna fathom hoo Donal’ found his ba’, for it wis in ma pooch a’ the time.” eer) Tl’ Auld Gawfer by CW. Myers FH1® sir was grav, his mooscles taut, He d slawly frae tee tae tee. A fair seo A gui was his anly: thocht— ane wad be vanity. Straight doun th’ coorse his ba’ wad sail, It ne'er wad gang verra far, He wadna rail if he wad fail ‘Tae mak’ a single hole in par. cen him stop an’ watch a youth ff wi’ easy, rhythmic swing. Na thocht o” envy wad, in truth, He gi’e tae ane for onything. He wad see ithers peeved an’ sair When they'd graw stale an’ poor at gawf. He'd pity them when they wad rear An’ rant an’ scauld an” swear or scauff. A’ through his agin’ years he'd smile At woe an? laugh his ills a-doun, Serene an’ peacefu’ a’ th’ while, His thochts wi’ a’ th’ warld in tune. An’ sae ane day na game he played, His absence frae th’ links was seen. His frien’s weel ken; they stopped an’ prayed, For he haed gang tae th’ Hame Green. Accepted Suitor—Thank the Lord, now I can get my mind back on my golf! comicbooks.com