A Line-o’-Gowf or Two
Hew to the Line, let the divots fall where they may.
Alice in Bunkerland
“If forty pro’s wrote forty books,
Besides what books there are,
Do you suppose,” the Walrus said,
“I’d play this course in par?”
“I doubt it,” said the Carpenter,
And lit a fresh seegar.
“The golfer is about the only mortal proud of being in a hole.”
—Philadelphia Ledger.
Zazzo? A cribbage player holes out as gleefully as a golfer.
No department of the game discloses more variation than iron work. For example, some players take turf; others take to the woods.
“The really interesting question is, why will not men listen to women?” says Alice Duer Miller. It’s this way, lady. After a hard day on the golf links a man gives reluctant ear to discussions of the music of Ravel and DeBussy, the Epicureanism of Marius, the influence of democracy on Greek culture, and other subjects which the ladies persist in introducing. Collectively, women are rather strenuous. Individually they are easy to listen to, especially if they are easy to look at. And if they punctuate their discourse with taps of a fan and what are known as speaking glances, they may disquisish on any topic, from figs to futurism.
The farmers around Brook, Ind., have voted to keep their clocks at the old time. Comrade Ade will likely use both times—the old for his farm, and the new for his golf course.