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A line o' gowf or two

Chapter 123: III.
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A lively collection of humorous essays, brief poems, and columns treats golf as both pastime and subject for comic scrutiny. The pieces combine practical advice and idiosyncratic technique—especially on putting—with playful rule critiques, etiquette sketches, and vivid short vignettes about rounds and clubroom talk. Wit and cadence predominate: the writer propounds unconventional theories, riffs on the game’s rituals, and uses observational humor to illuminate human foibles, rhythm in play, and the gentle absurdities that surround sport and leisure.

THE GOLFER’S PRIMER

I.

See the La-dy on the tee. What is she do-ing?

She is writ-ing down her score, which was on-ly nine for that hole.

Why does she not move on? Some men are wait-ing to play.

She will e-vent-u-al-ly. But first she must re-turn to the edge of the green and pick up her bag.

Why does she not lay the bag on the far side of the green, so as not to de-lay the game?

Be-cause if she did that she would not be a la-dy golf-er.

II.

See the man on the tee. What is he wait-ing for?

He is wait-ing for the con-vers-a-tion to cease.

Oh, yes. But ever-y one is qui-et now. Why does he not hit the ball?

Some one must be breath-ing heav-i-ly. There! Ever-y one is now hold-ing his breath.

Oh, he has hit the ball, but he has knocked it on-ly a lit-tle way. What is he so sore a-bout?

A rob-in chirped just as he raised his club, and it spoiled his drive. If he could catch that bird you bet he would wring its neck.

III.

See the man. He is danc-ing up and down. What is the mat-ter?

The play-er be-hind him drove in-to him and beaned him with the ball.

Does that hap-pen ver-y oft-en?

Oh, ver-y.

Here comes the man be-hind. Is he go-ing to a-pol-o-gize?

It is cus-tom-ary.

What will he say?

The us-u-al thing. “Aw-ful-ly sor-ry, old man. I’d no i-de-a I should drive so far.”

What will the first man say?

Not much, but he will keep up a dev-il of a think-ing.

IV.

See the man. Has he a chill?

O, no; it is too hot to have a chill.

Per-haps he has St. Vi-tus’ dance?

No, he is mere-ly ad-dress-ing the ball. That is what is called the pre-lim-in-ary wag-gle.

But he has been wag-gling for five min-utes, and oth-er play-ers want to play.

Yes, he is a well-known bird. He be-longs to the wag-tail fam-i-ly.

How long does he wag-gle?

There is no tell-ing. Let us go a-way. He gives me the wil-lies.

V.

See the men run-ning! Is it a foot-race?

O, no. They are play-ing golf.

But why do they run on such a hot day?

They are a-fraid that some-body will ask to play through them.

See, one of them has lost his ball, but he will let it go and drop an-oth-er.

But the play-ers be-hind them do not seem to be in a hur-ry.

Not in the least. So far as they are con-cerned, the men in front can run and be damned.

VI.

See the man. He is wav-ing his arm. Why does he do that?

He has lost his ball and is mo-tion-ing for the play-ers be-hind him to play through.

O, yes. Here they come. But see, the man has found his ball and is play-ing it.

Yes, that’s a com-mon trick. Let us hope some-body will hit the man in the bean.