Life, 1926-08-26 · page 14 of 41
Life — August 26, 1926 — page 14: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Life* magazine contains a humorous article titled "As to Advices" featuring a golf anecdote. The main cartoon depicts golfers in a sand trap, illustrating the article's satirical narrative about Mr. Onimet receiving increasingly absurd suggestions from his caddy to improve his golf game. The satire mocks the tendency of amateur golfers to accept unsolicited advice from anyone nearby—even caddies—leading to ridiculous situations. The closing joke suggests turning golf into a "mixed foursome" (counting different shots as different clubs), which the author dismisses as impractical. The page also includes a small joke section and an advertisement section. The cartoon's style and the genteel tone reflect early 20th-century upper-class leisure activities and the social dynamics of golf culture.
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WXYZ, NEW YORK, BROADCASTING THE EVENING COOKING LESSON As to Advices (“Always take your caddy’s advice.”—Francis Ouimet.) not serious. You can’t be. Why, Mr. Ouimet, you don’t realize what you are proposing. Just listen a minute— I stood on the first tee and took three determined swings. The ball remained utterly unmoved by my ex- ertions. I appealed to my caddy. “What would you de if you were in my place?” I implored. “Why don’t you get a football and kick it around the course?” he sug- gested, judicially. Now that, Mr. Ouimet, was im- Gime oe Mr. Ouimet, you arc The Great Necker practical advice. Kicking a football around the links might be fun, but it wouldn't be golf. Of course, you may object that what I was doing wasn't golf, cither, but there must be some tolerance in the world. Another time, Mr. Ouimet, when I had been busy in a sand trap for some hours, my caddy made a wholly voluntary suggestion. “If we're going to stick in here much longer, don’t you think we ought to get a camel?” he asked, from somewhere amid the thick clouds of swirling sand. em } a Badudale Rua = Prunella; WMO WAS THAT BOY YOU HAD IN THE HAMMOCK LAST EVENING? Priscilla: 1 THINK HE WAS THE ONE WE READ ABOUT IN THE PAPERS WHO STRANGLED THE OSTRICH, You can see how silly that was, Why, there wasn’t one within two miles of the place; and, anyway, the regulations call for only 1,760 yards, if a man really wants a camel. Then again, Mr. Ouimet, when I had sliced a brassic shot into Darkest Africa, I plunged into the jungle and discovered the’ ball myself. That chap who found Livingstone wasn't so much, was he? “What should I use to get out of here?” I inquired. “A tractor,” was the response. Now, Mr. Ouimet, suppose I had asked a greenskeeper to lend me his tractor for a few minutes. What do you suppose he would have said— or do you prefer not to? But my caddy’s last suggestion, Mr. Ouimet, was the most utterly im- practical of all. In a purely jesting manner I asked him how he thought I might improve my score. “Why don’t you make yourself a mixed foursome?” he advised. “You could count your wood shots as one player, and then your mid-iron shots as another, your mashies and niblicks as a third, and your putts as a fourth. That way, one of the foursome ought to break a hundred.” That, Mr. Ouimet, was simply im- possible. I just can’t be a mixed foursome. A muddled foursome, pos- sibly, but a mixed foursome, never. And, anyway, I haven't got a niblick. James Kevin McGuinness. Contract Not Awarded OUNG ELIGIBLE: I want to marry your daughter. Practicat Fatuer: I've requested all the other applicants to submit sealed bids. comicbooks.com He ) Th