The Washington herald., 1922-08-26
The Spotlight
In Washington

By The Stroller.

Prom my home-brewed diary.
TIP with the sun. as becomes a
~ charter member of the Sunrise
Club. and put in hard morning
at scrivening. Then to lunch with
some gentlemen of the press, al
ways odd fellows to meet. There
I found Muller getting new mem
bers of the Capital Pedestrians AS
sociation from among Press Club
members. But the subject was put
aside by the discussion of the news
that Andrew Gump was going to
run as an Independent for Con-
gress. There was much said in a
friendly way. both pro and con.
most of those gathered about the
board being on the "con" side. 1
ventured that Andy had put over
one now and then and that he
should not be taken too lightly. My
personal feelings are, however, as
stated in the public prints that he
should not run.
From politics the subject turned
to a heated round between Lee
Thurman and Lane Johns, regard
ing which night Johns should not
accept an invitation to Lees home
for dinner. Things looked rather
dark for a time. but cooler heads
prevailed and Harry Stevens, who
can always pour the gasoline in
the troubled carbureter. quieted
the boys down upon a compromise
basis by which Johns was stuck
for the theater tickets.
Thereupon made haste to get
back to my daily task and was met
by Bill Ullman and Luther Stewart.
who laid hands upon me at the
door and begged that I join them
at golf out at Bannockburn. I was
as asphalt that runneth not and
turned deaf ear, the left one. to
their pleadings. I endeavored TO
get Bill off on a discussion of his
pet subject. his stand against the
proposed gasoline tax by Maryland.
Bill terms 1t the bunk and all that.
Even that could not move him.
asked him what he thought OF
Andy Gump running for Congress
and IL he had found out where
Andy stood on the gas tax business,
but still could not move him. At
last my strength gave out and l
had to be dragged to the elevator
and thence to Bills Chinese Merce-
des. in which l was whirled to the
golf club. In going out I implored
my good friend Henry Sweinhart
to come to my aid and rescue me
from those having designs upon my
good intentions, but he failed me
completely.
Much to my surprise. upon arriv-
ing at Bannockburn I found that
my opponents again had taken ad-
vantage of me. The grounds are ter
rible. The club has no greens, but
in place of them round places with
a trace of bull grass here and
there. with the flag sticking up.
There was no water in the tee
buckets and altogether everything
was against my playing my Gus
tomary good game. I saw 1 was
in for ii when a fee per hole was
proposed, but being a guest / felt
I must pay for the afternoon pleas
ure of my hosts. So l. settled to
my task and held my kidnapers to
all even through the sixteenth hole.
This, mind you. with their having
every advantage in that they were
accustomed to the absence of
greens. /. you must bear in mind,
have been playing on those won
derful sand greens in West Poto-
mac Park, where you always have
the ball under perfect control.
And thus it was we came to the
seventeenth tee when one of my
friends" ventured that inasmuch
as we were all even we double the
stakes. What could do? There I
was, far from where any call for
help would be heard. Trees and
caverns encompassed me. The
party back of us had not yet
driven, so they were not within
call. A crisis confronted me and
social custom. of course. drove me
to say that everything was Jake"
with me. So. we teed up. all the
time saying to myself here is
where you get the true test Of
friendship after all. From either
of my co-players could borrow as
much as SO any time except on
golf course. and now they were
after my very soul. Alack. golf.
like politics. doth make strange