San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-09-30

Il usually play behind, Mr.. Bayard
unless you mind"
Bayard glanced down at the ball
reposing on the yramid, stepped to
one side and swung several times.
No hurry, of course, Bayard, no
hurry" admonished Arbuthnot. I'VE
shan't get far at this rate"
"Humph!" Bayard Strengthened up
and glared at his friend. LAS if l
was the one who always delayed
things!"
He took stance over the ball, raised
the club over his shoulder, and swung.
1t was complete miss.
"Arbuthnot." The irate Bayard
shook his club at the man. would
you mind not clearing your throat
when I'm about to drive"
Did l clear my throat"
Bayard once more addressed his
ball and topped it grievously. 1t roll
ed 80 feet from the tee and stopped.
"Ha !" Again Bayard glared at
Arbuthnot. All right, jerks" tie
beckoned to Milo. "A healthy swat,
now"
Milo teed his ball, stood to one side
and made practice swing. But as he
did so, he assumed n vince of pain.
Then he raised his driver stiff-armed,
and swung pendulum-wise.
The ball rose, described q parabola
and came to earth nearly hundred
yards away.
"Well," Bayard chuckled. "Not so
bad for a cripple. Come on, Arbuth-
not"
Arbuthnot constructed a pyramid Of
sand with meticulous care and placed
the ball on the apex.
He took position and raised his
club, moving one foot after the other
in sort of syncopated rhythm. Then
he changed his stance, moving his
feet in a different position with ref
erence to the ball. Then he returned
to his original pose.
"By the gods! Bayard leaned
heavily against the sand-box.
But now Arbuthnot raised his club
over his shoulder, struck, and the ball
sailed away on straight line for a
hundred yards and then rolled another
twenty-five.
"Ah! Not so bad, not so bad"
Arbuthnot chuckled. Il might have
done worse"
"You bet you might" commented
the envious Bayard.
Rossiter struck his ball clearly and
1t went away singing.
Bayard managed to pitch his ball
out of the tall grass onto the fair
way; Milo sent his rolling forward
some 40 yards. Milo's whole demean-
or was dogged. The sunset, he knew,
would see his fate sealed.
Arbuthnot made n fine shot with
his cleek, landing the ball % feet this
side of a bunker with the hole not far
beyond, while Rossiter got to one side
of the bunker with nice lie for a
pitch to the green. Then Bayard got
in good iron shot, and Milo, with un-
erriug accuracy but forloru distance,
pushed his ball toward. the green.
Both opponents made the green in
their next shots and paused to wait
for Milo and Bayard to come up. Bay
ard swung with cold venom. 1t was Il
screaming shot. The ball attained
height of about ten feet and then went
on line.
The best shot / ever" Words
ended in a howl of anger. For the
hurting pellet finally brought up in
the trap at the base of the bunker.
When Milo succeeded in driving his
ball into n similar position, he came
up in time to witness Bayard strik-
ing at his ball rapidly and furiously.
Milo knew that be offered new and
more tangible target for Bayard's
fury. and he held it to the presidents
credit that he choked down whatever
was in his mind.
"We'll pick up. jerks" he said
colby. land see what happens in the
next"
In the couse of the second green
Bayard had better luck. He took hon
ors for his side in two holes. thanks
to hook that Rossiter had developed
and his satisfaction was so great