Evening star., 1921-08-14
The Joys and Troubles
Of a Municipal Golfer

good natured. consisting of sugges-
tons as to how properly to propel the
ball in the desired direction. One of
the boon companions, himself trifie
under 300 pounds weight; gives sug-
gestions as to how to reduce weight,
while the third inquiries as to how
the one about to drive would like to
have a nice cold stein of (deleted by
censor).
DANG! Bang, Banyi Bang! This
foursome has left the tee, and in
their white loose costumes they remind
one of the snow men in motion as theys
waddle after the balls. Each one has
made a good drive. The next up is
a twosome. One player wears leather
leggins, army trousers and a khaki
shirt. and his -well-knit figure be-
speaks army training. His compan-
ion has black and white plated
shirt, a black jersey coat trimmed
with white, fetching little headpiece
surmounts her crown of brownish
hair, upon which the sun plays. show
ing glimpse here and there of deep
bronze hue. Her violet eyes are of
the kind that sent Mark Anthony on
his wild dash up the Nile, her tiny
feet are encased in black and whit.
Snoes- the Iltlle
mound of sand, places the ball gently
upon its apex and. like a true gall
liant. gives her the honor of the first
play. She looks at him and smiles.
| takes her position, draws back her
club. gives nervous little swing and
the ball goes of At an angle-distance
thirty feet. Manlike. TO curry favor.
he hastens to assure her that he did
not place the hail properly
Those waiting for their turn are
filled with various emotions. The
hardened golf fan maintains a stolid
demeanor. His visage is a regular
poker face: rs who have played
but a short while show sympathy.
while on the faces of those who are
making their first public attempt is
depicted determination to excel the
maiden's effort 1t is now his turn
and she stands breaihless, awaiting
her hero to either make il "in one"
or else get a birdie" He bitches up
his trousers. takes his stance, swings
back his club. starts the drive, looks
at her instead of the ball, and "dubs"
his shot. Those lustrous orbs depict
mixed emotion. there is an instant
flicker of amusement, then one of
; womanly sympathy. He smiles a
sickly grin, looks around at the wait
ing crowd. a flush steals Ger his face.
then his jaw is squared. in his eyes
comes a look Of determination. He
sets himself and, bang!-a good drive,
straight as a shot from a rife. She
looks at the other women with an air
of proud possession; he hurls a glance
Of defiance at the waiting throng and
they pass out of the picture toward
the next tee.
You do not hear a sigh of relief
from those who are waiting. but you
sense it just the same. The next. a
threesome. One a southpaw. another
| a slight, nervous chap-a student Of
law, perhaps. The other was a husky
fellow, built to pull the No. 2 oar
of a crew. Three cracks that re-
ball as 1t hits Babe Ruth's bat, These
three are half way down toward the
| No. ! hole before the next four
! some takes its place. The compost
l tion OF these players is as follows:
A pair Of newly ond a pair of
near-weds. You watch the hubby and
the hubby y-to-be fix the little mounds
Of sand and something causes you to
! turn, and the majority of men await
| ing their turn have retreated out of
earshot. You can't be profane and
polite at one and the same time. Four
! drives. two giggles. three of the balls
have gone in the rough and the other
| can be reached by a good hop. skip
and jump. The fair members of the
| quartette suggest to their escorts
| that they wait. as the sun ID really
quite too warm.
THE next up is another foursome.
an oddly assorted team. all Of
them taking their golf seriously. One
is a retired naval officer. the other
an ofIicer OF the Army about to be
retired, one q man OF the cloth, the
fourth owns a stall in the market.
They place their balls in q business
| like fashion. The Navy man bitches
up his trousers-habit, no doubt-and
| lets 20 a drive that easily clears the
first hasard. The Army man drops
his pellet within a few feet Of his
predecessors drive. The spiritual
adviser hooks hts drfve and looks at
It disappearing In the trees-without
a single word! The market man lands
his ball at the edge Of the green in
one.