The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1898-10-19
VERSUS DEWITT.
Exciting Game Of Golf Ter
inmates in d Victory for
the Colonel.

lid SAtsltSdiS dAlT
OF gown, not golf, as S~assenachs ig-
norantly term it, between Col. John j.
Toffey and Director Henry w. Dewitt,
has taken place, it has come OFF. and So
ciety breathes easily once again. It took
place last Saturday at the links on West
Side avenue, and while it is certain that
the gallant Colonel won, yet the number
Of points, how the game was played and
what actually took place, are matters en-
veloped in Scotch high ball mist.
The caddies' account of the memorable
and waterless conflict may safely be taxi
en- as near the truth, because they car
ried the supply of s. H. balls, and this is
substantially what they can recall Of the
game
sYe see, sir" quoth n of them to a
News representative, they gentlemen
cam heere VII a buick 8 rules and a
deeckshonairy of cor langwidge in their
bonds; but gin yeere spierin' ye'd better
ask Jock, he carried the balls"
Jock was appealed to, and 1t appears
from his story that both gentlemen were
on the links promptly at two O'Clock in
the afternoon. The Colonel, pleading a
headache. withdrew temporarily to con-
suit his books of rules and language,
Wtlfi 1Eflll wa dC1itS CNiSN
thing in another corner of the clubhouse.
They finally met on the field to see who
could get into those nine holes in the
fewest number Of drives, and just as
Dewitt had instructed the caddie to tee
his FIRST bail, the Colonel %scornfully said:
eCha d thainig mar bhalachan neo-
threun; a ~charnhead gun pheun air stri,
Devitt?"
ssNrnr 1Nolr l,ora Colarnfv apprifu aY-
claimed the other, 1T was distinctly UNI
derstood, according to the agreement in
last Saturdays News that this game
should be played in Jersey City, in Ameri-
can, and not in Scotland and in Gaelic"
The point being well taken, the Colonel
under the experienced tutelage of his son
George, "a broth of a boy grasped firm
ly his ..dreeving kolb," and dealt that
small bail on the tee such a smack that
it Topped over into the Hackensack River.
Another ball." said the Colonel to the
caddie, and Immediately his opponent OBJ
jected, advancing sairy Camps argu-
ment in the tea party with Betsey Prigg
of blessed memory The caddie. how
ever. served the bail, and the Colonel
drove it into the approach of the first
hole and succeeded in holing it. Devitt's
leading drive landed somewhere beyond
the range of vision. and he Instantly
cried
+Its ma rect under the rooles to see the
ball.
aDootIess, dootless. ma freend, but
whar the dell is it@'
The caddie quickly supplied the missing,
or, at least, wanted ball, and the game
was continued. when after Dewitt had
broken his cleek and in defiance Of the
rules, they halved the second hole. Be
tween this and Hole No. 5 there was a bad
bunker, known to players on that inks
as HELL Into that detachable place
went Deyitt's ball, and. as the caddie
confdentially explained. There was an
awfu' time, and Meester Dewitt gabbed
in Gaelic
While all this was going on, the Colonel
was six holes ahead, and chuckiing over
his fallen foe, said
ON do thuit, Mac Dewitt, gu bas?"
Thank We kindly for spierin',' said his
ma breeks are a bittock CLARITY and ma bail
is in hell, that's no any reason for your
LELAND gibberish. Say, Colonel we bath
it's a long time between North Carolina
and some other girl Of that iik IN the
South, shall we?"
IE CdQQleS ItSOulCCS WtAr again Sdiitu
into service and '.quaichs'' poured out TO
the result of the match. Naturally, the
Colonel was jubilant, and breaking into
the language of Ossian, jubiiantly ex-
claimed
go laun Toffey 'bu shar.
Crod oh flag thu cho ban IS cho fudr?"
ION aye, I'll admeet We got the better of
me by ten points, replied Dewitt, but
it's unfair. Ye had mair balls han had,
We ken"
The Colonel then magnanimously gave
his opponent another bah. but the result
was the same, and when Dewitt threw
down in disgust, his putter at the next
hole, while his ball had zone, goodness
Knows where, his victorious antagonist
consolirgly said to him, that since he had
made such a good School Director. but
such a poor golf player. he would beg
leave to write his epitaph as follows
"Here lies Henry Devitt's banes,
0 Satan. when We TAX him;
Gle him the schoolin' o your BARNS.
For clever deils he'll max EN-"