Marietta daily leader. (Marietta, Ohio) 1895-1906, 1900-02-17
His Golf Nerve.
Pittsburg Times.

Pittsburg Times.
OF course, like everybody else,I can
not help but be interested in the re-
markable disclosures made in the suit
brought by Mr. Frlck against Mr.. Car
negle and his partners. The fatness of
the thing stirs my wooden nerves, and
as Pittsburger am proud that the
Smoky City is able to cause the eyes
of all the world to pop as they have in
this case. Of course l rather sympa-
thize with Carnegie beoause on the
returns he appears to be rich, and am
inclined to be against Frick because
he is poor, but my personal sympa-
thies in the matter do not count.
There are many aspects of the war
that inflame my imagination. After
elaborate preliminaries and prepara-
tions the ominous rumble Of which
has been heard for several weeks,
Frick fires a bill 1t is regular lyd-
dite shell loaded with all the eXplos-
ives known to the law. 1t is duplicat-
ed in every gun that can be command
ed and the aggregate explosion shakes
the country. The reverberations even
reach foreign shores. There never
was such a broadside since war be-
gan.
But what is the immediate effect up
on the enemy. It's forces seems to have
anticipated the explosion, and to have
prepared for it. One is in Egypt, one
is in London, one is sailing on the sea
here and there, and the general in chief
the Lord Bobs Of the other side, has
marooned himself on an island 12
miles from nowhere, with that dis
tance of deep, wet water between him
and danger, where he toys with the
| light, fantastic golf stick. There he
fingers as untouched and untouchable
as If he were within his famed castle
of Skibo with full moat, drawbridge
up and portucullis down. When a
slight echo from the firing line pene-
trates to him through the telephone
he says: Never touched me; l am
playing golf and have just broken my
record"
Confident that the longest Of long
toms cannot reach him. he puts" and
drives" serenely just as regardless of
the sensational drive" from the Pitts
burg tee as if it had been the veriest
'foozle," or as if his opponent were
permentntly "bunkered." "Frick
wants $10,OOO,O0O,' says the native
runner, rushing from the telephone
"Give me my 'cleek, me laddie," says
Carnegie to the thin-legged caddie 81
am making a record" and he lofts"
the ball with a skillful swat that fills
the spectators with envy. Oh, golf is
great game and / shall learn to play
it! At the present moment if some
one were to tell me that bill in equ-
ity for so cents was pending against
me would quake like a carload of
gelatine in a railway collision but the
golf nerve Is proof against threaten
ed $10,OO0,00O bump. Give me the golf
sticks and the wild and windy links
and nothing will jar me.
"Blow winds, and crack your cheeks!
rage! blow!
Your cataracts and hurricanes
spout"
will say, caring naught when hedged
around by the links and guarded by
my faithful caddie.
Suppose | were that caddie? | can
imagine some of my reflections. Ac-
cordlng to the statement filed in the
courts, the great golf player at Dung
enness is making money in this year
of our Lord at the rate of 1923, 1000, 900
per annum. Roughly estimated that
rate Of income amounts to 72 cents a
second, $44 a minute, $1,000 an hour
and over 100000 day Get the
stocks, my laddle," the great golfer
would remark, and in the time that
it took him to say the four words he
would add 50 TO his pile. In the ten
minutes consumed in walking to the
links he would have become more
plutocratic by the sum of $440.
THE WOODEN INDIAN.