The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1917-06-14

listening to Lecture as to what will
be pulled off on the succeeding Day
of Rest
She had promised at the Altar to
Love, Honor and Listen. Still, it was
trying to see the once-loved Adult ca
vorting on the verge of Dementia and
know that she was Helpless.
He sailed forth with those going to
! Early Mass, and returned at the YES
per Hour caked with Dust and ninety
eight per cent Locoed.
1t seems that at the sixth hole on the
Last Round where you cross the Crick
twice, he fell down and broke both
Arms and both Legs. So he tore up
the Medal Score, gave all the Clubs to
the Caddy, and, standing on the grass
Summit of the tall Ridge guarding the
Bunker, he had lifted a grimy Mitt
| and uttered the Vow of Remuneration.
In other words, he was Through.
The senile Wrecks and the prattling
Juveniles, for whom the Game was In
vented, could have his Part Of it for
all time.
Never again would he walk on the
Grass or cook his Arms or dribble Sand
all over the dark and trampled Ground
where countless Good Men had suffer
ed.
No, Indeed!
So next day he bought all the Para
phernalia known to the Trade, and his
name was put up at Club.
1t was one of those regular and sure
enough Clubs. High East Winds pre-
vailed in the Locker-ROOm. Every
Member was a Chick Evans when he
got back to the nineteenth hole.
Mr.. Pallzey now began to regard the
Ancient and Honorable Pastime as
compendium of Sacraments, Ordeals.
lamentations, and Ceremonial Formal
ties.
He resigned himself into the Gus
tody of q professional Laddie with
large staring Knuckles and a Dialect
that dimmed all the memories Of Lau-
der
In a. short time the Form was clas-
sy, but the Score had to be taken out
and buried after every Round.
Mr.. Pallzey saw that this Mundane
Existence was not all Pleasure. He
had found his Life-Work. The Lode
Star Of his declining Years would be
an even one hundred for the eighteen
Flags.
Wife would see him out in the
Street, feeling his way along, totally
unmindful of his Whereabouts. She
would lead him into the Shade, snap
her Fingers, call his Name, and gradu-
ally pull him out Of the Trance.
He would look at her with filmy
Gaze and smile family, as if partly re-
Numbering, and then say: Don't for
get to follow through. Keep the head
downright with the left-no hunch-
ing-pivot on the hips. For Cuppy
Lie take the Nib. II running up with
the Jigger, drop her dead. The full
ST. Andrews should not be thrown In
to a Putt. Never up, never in. Lift
the flag. Take a pick-out from Casual
Water but play the Roadways. To
overcome Slicing or Pulling, advance
the right or left Foot. Schlafting and
Socketing may be avoided by adding a
hook with a top-spin or vice versa.
The Man says there are twenty-six
Things to be remembered in Driving
from the Tee. One is Stance. / for
get the other twenty-five"
Then the Partner Of his Joys and
Sorrows, with the account on the Deb
it Side, would shoot twenty GraiEs OK
Aspirin into him and plant him In
the Flax.
Next morning at Breakfast he would
break it to her that the Brassie had de-
veloped too much of a Whip and he
had decided to try forty-inch Shaft.
They had Seasoned Hickory Tor
Breakfast, Bunkers for Luncheon and
the Fair Green for Dinner.
AS a matter of course they had to
give up their comfortable Home among
the Friends who had got used to them
and move out to a strawboard Bunga-
low so as to be near the Shambles.
Mrs. Pallzey wanted to do the White
Mountains, but Mr.. Pallzey needed her.
He wanted her to be waiting on the
Veranda at Dusk, so that he could tell
her all about it from the preliminary
Address to the final FOOzle.
Sometimes he would come home en-
veloped in a foglike Silence which
would last beyond early Candle Light
ing, when he would express the Opin-
ion that the Administration at Wash
ington had proved Failure.
Perhaps the very next Evening he
would lope all the way up the Gravel
and breeze into her presence, smelling
like a warm gust of Air from Dundee.
He would ask her to throw an Amber
Light on the Big Hero. He would call
her "Kid" and say that Vardon had
nothing on him. Her Man was the Gink
to show that Pill how to take Joke.
Then she would know that he had
won a Box of Balls from Mrs. Talbot's
poor old crippled Father-in-Law.
She could read him like Barometer.
If he and Mr.. Hilgus, the Real Estate