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Ballades of a Dub T've Patented a Caddy Bag by ALN. C. Fouler I AM not strong for Washington (I mean that red tape burg, D. C.) But pretty soon there must be one Trip to that town reluctantly; So I shall hie there presently And to the Pa With something for humanity— I've patented a caddy bag. First peck it seems the skeleton Of any other bag you When to the country club you run— A poke to carry handily The clubs you need from tee to tee And all the balls a dub must drag Hamilton Golf Club, Hamilton, Ontario, Can. Geant eur piety three A hidden place to be undone Edwin Levick. 2» -sie Blaster* Th’ gintous haed seac muckle glee By him who knows its privity, Tl’ Bow sie Blaster When ho cesnved te play, ee Wherein is stored in secrecy by CW. Myers Téwas na eort tas agree A pint to spur me when Tiag, “PTH came of gat is a” a joke,” He wis'agawiin’ jay. Exhausted hy aridity Th’ blaster did acclaim. T've patented a caddy bag. “4 pastime for a boob or bloke, “For he-men it’s too tame, Th’ blaster cadna hit a shot Eat That ane wad say was gude. L’Envoi He foozled maist an’ sae he thocht Nix, Volstead, I do not agree, oth “Th’ dubs will practice a’ day through It was his brashy mood. With others play your game of tag; hall “An’ think they're playin” weel; Search warrants seem quite good to me— pid “They canna hit ‘em lang or true, At last th’ blaster gave it oop, I've patented a caddy bag. toni “Thir shots they toe or heel. He foun’ th’ game too grit; nae AU . toy An’ noo he sticks close by his Some call a man a liar sv) “Auld men play ‘roun’ an coon —— Tent ct end pall a ta kick An’ mopes—th’ which is fit. But when Teall ¢ man a ler cou pire thes ib dubas wale: 7A ig boustee, I send it through the mail! lyri lick “An’ grumble ower th’ wh break. _ S / . “Th laddies snare a thrill or a ( twa, ( “An’ that is plain tae see: / ZY “They drive thir ba’s far oon f a, thir wa’ “That drop in rough or lea. “What’s a’ th’ noise aboot this game “That’s fit for mad gazooks “T'll show it’s easy, juist th’ bine ame, Wi'oot sliced shots or \ hooks.” aoa At An’ then th’ < took oop RS) iz, gawf, He saw it ; was th Gone Ry “Why doesn’t the old ae h fool move on!” An Th’ bilnip lads 23 “Your may ag welllbe athim wad patient, old man. That's ‘ scauff, Prof. Bloggs, who i An’ that wad speaks twelve languages | mak’ him —and he’s just missed wl mad. his putt!” she ay comicbooks.com