Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-12-03
VAvE you heard the yarn about
L how 8. G. (Red) Watkins Of
Columbia got the truth out Of

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how 8. G. (Red) Watkins Of
Columbia got the truth out of
q caddie Of color down In
Chattanooga, Tenn? 1t makes a crack
a-jack golf story, and when Red told it
on himself. with appropriate gestures. 1t
brought down the house, or rather the
entire locker room at Columbia Red
Is that kind of a fellow. He knows
every one, and every one knows him and
likes him. He goes everywhere, and
one Of his intimate friends is Bob Jones.
Watkins grew up In Atlanta and
watched Jones mature.
TN visit Bob over the week end"
Red says. when 60 to see Georgia
Tech play foot ball, and I'm going to
say to Bob that Freddie Mcleod asks
him how he likes being a professional. y
Which is all by way of being good-nat-
ured joshing, for Freddie likes Jones
whether he Is a pro or an amateur.
Anyhow, Watkins likes a good yarn
whether 1t be on himself or not. He
came to Freddie Mcleod, where the
Columbia mentor was sitting with a
group Of members after a game in the
frigid atmosphere, and said, Freddie,
did you hear the story of the worlds
worst golfer?"
mo-" said Freddie; "let's hear it."
"Well. you know that course down in
ChattanS Sga, where the river bends
around and cuts in at the right and left
you pull you are somewhere else. And
I'm as full Of slices as an apple tree Is
Of apples; so on the first tee hauled
back and let drive at one, pulled the
club across my body, and away she went
elicing like rainbow down in the river
We'll I went along like that for q
couple Of holes, Slicing all over the lot
getting in everything IN the way Of
trouble and playing generally like Q
ham. But was having a good time
until noticed the little colored lac
who was caddying for me. He had Q
woeful expression as II he pitied me
said to him, Son, have you ever seer
o worse golfer than amp
well, that little lad looked up al
me, looked far of in the river where my
last shot had gone and finally replied
something like this:
You see, mister, I wasn't here yes.
terday and didn't see who played
You'all are pretty bad, sub, but thu
boys ten me there was q gentleman
here from Atlanta by the name of Mr.
Watkins who was worse than you are
He must have been pretty bad. Blu
you'll be alright when you stop slicing.
THEN Freddie told the one about thu
l. caddie who came in from thu
course at Washington one day with
out golf bag. The caddie master
called him over and asked him wha
was the matter, and why he had beer
discharged. The boy did not answer
and the caddie master asked him Il
wait until the man for whom he has
started to caddie finished the round
4 When he finished the caddie mastel
took the boy over to the player ant
asked what had happened. The DO.
still did not answer, but finally it wa
coaxed out of him that the player hat
been going badly and had made som
remark about the youngster being {
!, poor caddie. Well, between chasinI
balls into the woods and chasing every
thing else the boy was rather dis
9listed, 30 he said "Well, I'm not 9
bad q caddie as you are q golfer" Wit
which remark the inquisition came .
IN end. The golfers temper had coole
Mp6 by that time, and he slipped tn
Joy . couple Of dollars and called It
day.