Evening star., 1920-03-21
BY SEWELL FORD

confirmed duffer. playing that course
exactly as Alexander McQuade would
have played IL had he been in my
shoes. And he was. for the time bee
ing. At least. claim that I was being
controlled. or whatever you want to call
1t. by the recently departed spirit Of
Sandy the Great"
! expect was gawpin' at him with
q full-open-face expression. Say.
thought I'd heard these golf nuts raw.
In before. but I'd never been up
against anything quite like this Hon.
est. 1t gave me creepy feelin' along
the spine. And yet. come to look
him over close. he's just q wide-beam.
ed old party with bags under his
eyes and heavy. commonplace featuseA
"You grasp the idea now. don't
your" he asks.
II think so." says / "Ghost stun.
ehr
I'm merely suggesting that as the
only explanation which occurs to me-"
says he. IL would like to have tt
put before Ellins ana get his opinion.
That Is. II you think you can make Il
clear"
"I'n make stab at 1t. Mr.. Dowd."
says I.
And Of course did, though OLD
Hickory amt such an easy listener
He comes in with snorts and grunts
all through the tale, and whom I nm.
ishes he simply shrugs his shoulders.
There's warning for you. young
man." says he. Keep away from the
fool game. Anyway. IL you ever do
play. don't let 1t get to be disease.
with you. Look at Dowd. Five years
ago he was sane. normal person; the
best iron ore expert In the country.
He could sni4 ae handful Of red eartn
and tell you how much 1t would run
to ton within dimes worth. Knew
the game from A to Izxard-deep min
ing. open pit. low grade washing.
transportation. smelling. He lived
with 1t. Never happier than when he
was In his mining rig following
chief engineer through new cross.cuts
on the twenty-sixth level trying to
locate q fault In the deposit or test
ing some modern method Of hoisting.
Those were things he understood.
Then he retired. Said he'd made
money enough, And now look at him.
Getting cracked over q sport that must
have been invented by some Scotch
man who had grudge against the
whole human race. As though any
game could be q substitute for bust.
ness. Bahl"
Then you don't think. Mr.. Ellins."
says I. that we ought to have the boy
page Sir Oliver Lodge?"
"Ehf' says he.
Il mean" says I, that you dent
take any stock in that mantle Of
Sandy the Great yarnT'
"Tommyrotr' says he. For once In
his life the old fool played his head
off. that's all Nine holes in par.
Huh! I'm liable to do that myself one
Of these days. and without the aid Of
any departed spirits. Yes, sir. The
fact Is. Torchy, am practicing q new
swing that ought to have me playing
in the low SOS before the middle Of
next season. You see. Il all depends
on taking an open stance. and keeping
q stiff right knee. Here. pass me that
umbrella and I'll show you."
And for the next ten minutes he
kept . bank president. two directors
and general manager waiting while
he swats bali Of paper around the
private ONCE with mo for An audience.
Uh-huh. And being high ace private
sec. amt even supposed to grin. Say.
why don't some genius get up an anti
golf serum. % that when one Of these
old plutss found himself slippin' he
could rush to clinic and set q shot
In the arm2
Copyright. 1920. BY sewell Ford.)