Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1917-06-01
Fable Of the Scoffer Who Fell
Hardandthe Woman Sitting By
By GEORGE ABE
Copyright by the Mcclure Newspaper syndicatel
By GEORGE ABE

The latter went along, just out of
Politeness, but he was good deal dis
appointed in his Friend. 1t certainly
did seem trifiing for Huskie weighing
one hundred and eighty to pick on
something about the size of Robins
Egg.
Mr. Pallzey played Gallery all around
the Course. He would stand behind.
them at the Tee and smile in a most
arid and patroniZing Manner while
they sand-shuffied and shifted and jig
gled and joggled and went through the
whole calisthenic Ritual of st. Vitus.
He was surprised to note how far
The Ball would speed when properly
spanked, but he thought there was no
valid excuse for overrunning on the
Approaches.
Mr.. Pallzey found himself criticizing
the Form of the Players. That should
have been his Cue to climb the Fence.
All of the Mashiemaniacs start on
the downward Path by making Mind
Plays and getting under Bogey.
Back on the sloping Sward between
No. IS and the Life Saving Station, the
two Contestants were holding the usu-
al Post-Mortern.
Let me see that Dewflieker min
ute" said Mr.. Pallzey, as he carelessIy
extracted a Mid-IrOn.
He sauntered up to the silly GIobule
and took an unprecedented Swipe.
The Stroke rang sweet and vibrant
The bali rose in paraboiic Splendor
above the highest branches of ven
cradle Elm.
Just as the Face of the Club started
on the Following Through, the Bacil-
lus ran up and bit Mr.. Pallzey on the
Leg.
He saw the blinking White Spot far
out on the emerald Plain. He heard
the murmur of Admiration behind him.
He was sorry his Wife had not been
there TO take it in.
leave me have another Ball." re-
quested Mr.. Pallzey.
The Virus was working.
He backed up so as to get a Running
Start.
''This time" quoth Mr.. Pallzey, 81
will push 1t to Milwaukee,"
Missing the Object of Attack by a
scant six inches, he did Genee toe
spin and fell heavily with his Face
among the DandeliOns.
The Host brushed him off and said:
Your Stance was wrong; your Tee
was too high; you raised the Left
Shoulder; you were too rapid on the
Comeback: the Grip was all in the
Left Hand; you looked up; You moved
your Head at the top of the Stroke;
you allowed the Left Knee to turn,
and you stood ahead of the Ball. 9th
erwise, it was d LOo-LoO."
"If I come out next Sunday could
you borrow me Kit of Tools?" asked
Mr.. Pallzey. He was twitching violent
ly and looking at the Ball as if 1t had
called him Name. 81 got the first
one all right, and / thinB-"
So it was arranged that the poor
doomed Creature was to appear on the
following Sabbath and be equipped
with a set of Cast-offs and learn all
about the Mystery of the Ages be-
tween IL a. m. and p. IN.
Mr.. Pallzey went away not knowing
that he was Marked Man.
On Monday he told the Stenographer
how he stung the Ball the first time
up. He said he was naturally quick
at picking up any kind of Game. He
thought it would be Lark to get the
hang of the Whole Business and then
get after some of those Berries in the
White Pants. He figured that Golf
would be Il Pipe for anyone who had
played Baseball when young.