A Line-o’-Gowf or Two
Motto: Hew to the Line, let the divots fall where they may.
Starting Keats Two Up
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
The turf upon the fairgreen still is soft,
And offers many perfect brassie lies.
When Rome started to burn Nero turned to fiddling. Had there been a golf course nearby he likely would have golfed instead.
Lady giving order for a caddie at a Country club: “Please send me two small ones or one large one.”
Golf is a great game because it leads a man to self-restraint and poise. There is the case of the philosophical player at Glenview. After topping three new balls into the river he threw his midiron into the drink, pitched his bag of clubs after it, and then chased the caddie to the clubhouse.
The abolition of the stymie by the Western Golf Association will be applauded by those golfers—or, rather, golf players—who delight in five and ten-cent syndicates. When a man has a jitney or a drive invested in a hole it is “unfair” to have his investment jeopardized by a stymie. Then again, the holes are too small. The W. G. A. might consider enlarging the cup to the diameter of a peck measure.