Judge — September 22, 1923 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Wig a: | TOLD A [xe to golf in springtime, When robin’s songs are sung And nature’s cloak is greenest And all the world is young. I like to golf in summer, When skies are fair enough To make the saddest happy And flowers are in the rough. 1 like to golf in autumn, When clouds float gray and low And all the leaves are crimson And bracing breezes blow. I like to golf in winter, When most the fire hug, But I improve my putting Upon the parlor rug. In fact there is no season Which any man could name When every ardent golfer Does not enjoy the game. + * # Don't despair, little duffer. Keep your body and your tongue still and you may grow up to be a golfer. Although the golf ball seemed to roll With joy from pit to pit, We still assert we made that hole In one—conniption fit. “My dear, isn’t it ter- rible the way Christianity is dying out? I don’t be- lieve there were more than fifty people at the sociable last night!” T THE by Walter Trumbull Jorssy Axvensos comes pretty. near J being president of the hole-in-one club. He has made seven holes in one. And he still holds the record for distance. At Brae Burn, in 1912, he made the old sixteenth hole in one—and_ that was 328 yards. Moreover he followed that shot by making the 136 yard seventeenth hole in two. Three shots for two holes is pretty fair golf. + * # A golfer had a sad accident the other day. He was showing his wife, who was in the front room of their fifth floor apartment, the length of a putt that he holed and he backed out of a rear window. * * * We understand that they are now playing golf in all parts of Africa. An elephant. should make a great caddie. He could carry some of these brass trimmed golf bags with two dozen clubs in them and pack a lot of golf balls in his trank. But it certainly would be annoying if he left a heel print ina sand trap. * * * No man ever yet needed an alibi for a perfect shot. s 8 8 The trouble with many a woman golfer is that just as she gets to the top of her swing she changes her mind. 14 ®Edwin Levick. roth HOLE Lido Country Club, Long Beach, Long Island. Mizy say Diana, cold and fleet, Could run a deer right off its feet But could she run a putt down—say From ten or twenty feet away? The goddess of the chase, she could Pitch hunting spears, with shafts of wood, And so it seems, as like as not, That she could pitch a mashie shot. Curving against the heaven’s blue, Straight to the mark her arrows flew, But could she drive a golf ball straight Or would it slice and deviate? Well, if it's true she'd chase a bear And follow it into its lair, We must conclude that such a dame Would be a t at any game. Pievman who lows His temper isxnet only playing against his opponent, but also against himself. * * * One of the finest shots for indo practice is the mashie chip into the gol fish bowl. Dubs can copy Walter Hagen’s swit but they can’t copy the result. comicbooks.com