Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-01-21

only do that Tor appiause.' And say to
myself. when I remember that incident,
how wish that with such skill as have
been favoredfewith kzeould make certain
of any shot iYgoif without any applause
vardon also sends another rich story
which is one 9f' the hundreds he is includ-
ing in his forthcoming book 1t must be
given. If only lfor itsreonnection with that
inimitable geifng = humorist Andrew
Kirkaldy. Vardon won the open cham
pionship at Nuirfieid in a year when
chance little After all was over a per-
son of an inquisitive turn of mind went
up to him and siseds What dye think o.
Muirfeld. Anerew?'% Now Muirfield is
fine course, but Andrew only answered
NO for gowf avai just an auld waiter
needle; m gled Fmsgaun hame." Where
upon the inquisitive person unkindly
retorted, "Hooch, ay, she would pc ferry
coot whateffer If you he'd peen in Harry
Fardon's shoon"
Vardon's first tale seems to remind our
old friend, ]. H. Taylor (who we are all
glad has FOO of prize money more than
usual to draw upon this Christmas) of
another concerning the unsophisticated
spectator. Writing to the Mail with
Christmas greetings, he says that his
story is new and true: BRAID and 1 were
playing a thirty six hole exhibition
match at Cromer in the presence of a
large gallery some three years ago. The
sixth green is situated at the base of a
rather high hill. formed by the cliff edge.
Our second shots were both on the green
leaving us puts of about six yards and
as the game was up to that point cit was
the second round) very even one, ex-
element was at high pitch. We had
noticed when approaching the hole two
old ladies, evidently of the tripper type.
perching on the top of the hill, enjoying
the sea breezes. Having to play the odd.
| had to putt first, which I did amidst
deathly silence. AS luck would have it I
RI hi
startled to hear a voice in tones of deem
sympathy from one of the old ladies who
was 1ntently watching and wondering
what we were up to, excIaim Poor man
poor man, his ball has gone right down
big hole" 1 have often wondered since
what was that old lady's conception of
GOLF
BEST wishes to golfers for Christmas
and New Year writes Jack White. the
English present open champion. from
Sunningdale. He is well again and we
hope his golf will be good in 1905 as
it was at Sandwich in the gIorious davs
of last June. And here is a story ahont
Jack White: He was once asked by a
player who was an aspirant to the honors
or championship, though a by no means
brilliant exponent of the game what he
thought it best to breakfast on before tho
meeting. TO be witty the ambitious anna
teur suggested that red herring dra WIN
across the enemy's path might be eff
sayin' but it wad," he replied "but Tn
thinkin' We had maybe better lippen on a
luker' NfPNii vi "
Here Is one which comes by the last
post from DIR. Mcnamara, MP. who
hears or invents a new one every weeL.
Ihey were couple of tough old pro
tagonists who met on a Scotch course
every Saturday afternoon to determine
e .meil oW T, private Championship for the
week; The were all square at the seven
teenth; and the loser of last week had
JUST played his third in the shape of a
nice approach to the green Last weeks
winner came up to his ball with grim
purpose. For the like he had an easy
pl,ch TO the green. But number of
young sheep were iunconcernedlv hrows-
ing on the edge of the green. Ali obIivi"I,.
OF the Oiympian contest that was on the
p pom or, OF settlement. Rim forrard, laddie,'
sai9 last weeks winner to his caddie.
vigorously protested his opponent. hide
where We be. laddie! Ye Gamma move anv
CROWN thing! That's the rule of gowfr'S',