Imperial Valley press., 1924-06-21

for she now had her carrot cake III
the oven and it was off her mind
cor rather she went ON, Uncle
Wiggily is praeticing at playing
golf, Aunt Lettie. He wants to be
able to hit the ball very well, and
so he practices i'll the yard every
day. ] suppose Mr.. Bow Wow, the
dog gentleman, is coming over for
him soon, and they will go down to
the golf links and have regular
game
"Hum," shifted Aunt Lettie
"I'd like to catch Uncle Butter
playing silly game like that-it' 5
Just croquet, that S all it is-but
they give it the fancy name of golf.
Hunt" and she niffed again.
Surely enough a little later along
came Mr.. Bow Wow, the dog gen
tleman, and he and Uncle Wiggily
went off to play game of golf.
They each had Il bag of clubs and
some small, round, white, hard rub
Der balls, which bounced and bound
ed as they were hit off over the
green fields.
"Arem t we having fun!' cried
Uncle Wiggily to the dog gentle
man. as they raced after the balls
once they had hit them, sending
them far away.
"sDandv fun,' barked Mr.. Bow
Wow. "Of course, | suppose 1t
seems rather silly to knock a ball
as far as you can and then chase
after it. and maybe hunt half an
hour to find it in the tall grass,
Just to knock it away again. But
it S a great game! J"
cit surely ISL agreed Uncle Wig
gily.
So they played hole after hole,
for in golf, you know, you try to
knock the white ball into eighteen
holes, one after the other. AT last,
when they had reached the final
hole, Uncle Wiggilv said:
'Let S sit down in the shade and
rest. "
"I'm with you'll barked Mr.. Bow
Wow.
The two friends were sitting un-
der shady bush when, all OF q
sudden, something crashed through
the bush and fell to the ground
with thud between Uncle Wig
gilv and Mr.. Bow Wow. twas Il
round, hard, white ball, about as
large as the end of one Of MI.
Bow Wow paws.
"What S that!' cried Uncle Wig
gily.
~ I'm not sure, but I think it s a
golf ball" said Mr.. Bow Wow.
ayes, it is--a golf ball. he went
on, as he picked up the white thing,
"'But how large it ISL exclaimed
Uncle Wiggily, for course, he and
Mr.. Bow Wow played with rabbit
sized balls, which were about as
big as a boys marble.
"'This must be'a man s golf ball,
said Uncle Wiggily, as he picked it
up. "Mcn and women play golf,
YOU know" he said TO the dog gen
tleman. "Yet, there's the man out
there now," went on the rabbit.
He knocked this ball over here.
He s looking for it-he and his
caddie.
esWhat' Is caddic?" asked the
dog gentleman.
HIt's a boy who carries the bag
of clubs and helps find the lost
balls" answered the rabbit. But
neither the eaddie nor the man can
find this ball. 1t s a good thing it
didn 4 hit us, coming as close as IL
did"
.Shall we throw the ball out
where they can see it!' asked Mr..
Bow Wow.
"'No, don Z " advised Uncle Wig
gilv. "If we throw it they III see
where it comes from under this
husband the boy may run over
here and chase US. He might not
mean any harm, but / don't Like
to be chased after I've been play
ing golf. Wen just leave the ball
here. When we 90 away the cad
die may find it. "
Uncle Wiggily and Bow Wow
watched while the man aud boy
searched for the lost golf ball. And
when il couldn' I be found the man
took another bail from his bag aud
played with that. The man and fhe
boy went on over the hill.
And then. III Of sudden, while
Uncle Wiggily and Mr.. Bow Wow
,,,a,a o4tll- res4iuo 14uder fha bush