Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-15
Pastors Are Golf SlavesBul Suice' Takes Place Of Gu
Signs Of Bondage COL DOGGY Are Bright Eyes and Rud Cheeks
DR.. Wilmer Has Won Cup but John D. Rockefeller
Taught Dr. White the Rudiments of the Game.

IN HAT charming and insinuating spirit
Colonel Bogey, waves his brassie wand
and mutters his hocus-pocus, a sort of
double, double, toll and trouble
And that is all there is to it; you must play
golf. You are as much his prisoner a de-
butante is fast in the thrall of the tango.
Double double, toll and trouble" His magic
SMELL is irresistible. If you are the subject of
his incantation you must play golf, whether
YOU be lawyer, merchant, beggar, thief. And
why? Well, listen to the story of the minis
ters of Atlanat who are turning golfers AL
ready dozen of them are so firmly under the
thrall of the royal and ancient game that they
are ready to vow there was never another
thing like it.
They bear very plainly the signs of their
bondage, so that there can be no question
which of the clergymen it is who have taken
up the bonnie sport. Their eyes are brighter
and clearer Color is in their faces perhaps
just dash if they be of the ascetic type, or
ruddy glow in case they be of more vital
temperament. They are ready to tell you that
they feel more human, inside and out since
they learned to drive without foozle.
The best of them nowadays can do their
round of the nine holes the Ansley Park
course in As or Whereabouts, as they will mod
There was time when their mighty drives
we're as likely to tear up a dollars worth of
the precious Ansley Park dirt as to hit the
pock-marked little gutta-percha pellet that
stuck tantalizingly on the tee. And being men
of the cloth-and our very foremost men of
the cloth, too, who every Sunday tell large and
imposing congregations to ware the fralties
of the flesh and the temptations of the spirit
they could only stand by and sputter.
Something had to be done in those early
days to meet this very case. A preachers a
preacher. true enough, but he's poor, weak
mortal with 1t, even If he's the best of them
And to ask him to stand by and smile
beatiic smile when he has just smashed
threedollar club against twodollar foot of
Ansley Park clay-well, it just couldn't be did.
Hence bull sluice"
A great deal can be said concerning the
philosophy and peculiar fitness of bull sluice"
a bit of vernacular with which the ministers of
Atlanta have enriched their six-day-a-week vo-
cabulary. But it would be best to give prac-
teal illustration of just how they it.
Suppose, for instance DR.. John E. White
makes Draw and bonnie drive out of the
sixth hole, aiming it in the precise direction
nor nor east, where lies the one thing which,
for the moment, his soul Graves ardently and
altogether-the seventh hole But the golf
ball, with that heartbreaking pertinacity of all
golf balls, lists heavily to port, so that it flies
in the general direction east-nor east and
alights in undesirable and unstrategic hol-
low-not at all within easy putting distance of
hole No. Z.
DR.. White, true and sincere golfer that he
is, frowns darkly and mutters something. It
is an expurgated something, to be sure, and
not at all the something that you would mutter
in such case If you are near enough you
can hear it: