§ 317 Honor Where Honor Was Due
A certain distinguished English actor whom we will call Walker-Smith plays a persistent but terrible game of golf. During a visit to this country he visited the links of a country club in Westchester County, New York State.
After an especially miserable showing one morning, he flung down his niblick in disgust.
“Caddy,” he said, addressing the youth who stood alongside, “that was awful, wasn’t it?”
“Purty bad, sir.”
“I’ll have to confess that I am the worst golfer in the world,” continued the actor.
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, sir,” purred the caddy, soothingly.
“Did you ever see a worse player than I am?”
“No, sir, I never did,” confessed the boy truthfully; “but some of the other boys was tellin’ me yistiddy about a gentleman that must be a worse player than what you are. They said his name was Walker-Smith.”