The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1931-01-15
His Plaid Golf
Socks
By HELEN ST. BERNARD
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she placed a package before her hus
band. "a little late but Lizette never
gets her presents off on time"
It was an oblong box, securely tied
"Not handkerchiefs, anyway" re-
marked the recipient. "Ties, I s'pose?
"S'pose you open it and see. Here
let me unite it for you. You make me
nervous. Mrs. Manning called today
Asked me to play bridge at her table
at the Country club Thursday after
noon. They are so hospitable ia
strangers out here in Coverlawn.'
"Better go slow on accepting those
invitations, Milly. AS told you when
we bought this place. will not join
the Country club or play golf. They
may argue it is good business, but
by George! If I have to put on short
plaid panties and those devilish loud
socks and knock little pill around
through the grass. Good lord
What-is-itw
Mildred dangled his birthday gift
before his eyes. Golf socks"
Gil groaned and rested his face
in his hand. "Golf socks! Where in
thunder did Lizette get the idea that
played golf"
Because we moved out here to
Cloverlawn, presume. think I did
mention that the links were just back
of the house and that there was a
pretty club house. You know, both she
and Dave think that anyone who
doesn't play golf j.. well, they are
pretty socks, anyway"
The plaid golf socks were on the
living room table in their tissue wrap
ping when Mr.. and Mrs. Anthony,
neighbors, came in for their first call.
"A-ha!" remarked Mr.. Anthony as
he fingered them between thumb and
forefnger. "Pretty nifty, I'll say. The
person who picked these out. knew her
stuff. The wife?"
"My sister," informed Gil short
ly. "She has been buying golf socks
for my brother-in-law for years and
knows good ones, 1 guess. Shall we
play bridge?"
The next evening when Gil returned
home, Mildred Informed him Mr.. An
thony had left new mashie which he
wished Gil would try out. He would
look him up on Saturday for four
some.
"Ye-ah, I'll try it out" Gil growled.
"On the heads Of some Of those golf
hounds out here. What do you sup
pose is the latest? Came out on the
train with Manning. He spouted Glow
erlawn until he was exhausted. 1t
seems there's a group Of men coming
out Saturday to inspect the golf
course with a view to bringing a
tournament here, and I'll be darned
if he hasn't put me on the committee
to 60 around the course with them.
His wife's going to ask you to be one
Of the hostesses at the club that aft
ernoon. Manning has got the idea from
Anthony that I'm a golfer! OF all the
blasted.
"And that means?" suggested Mil
dred hiding a smile.
YEAH" he growled. Grub it in. OF
course, it means short pants and those
devilish socks Lizette sent me. I'll
have to doll up like luny Scot
but warn you, Niilly! If you look at
me-once-I'll . I'll ). But as a
Cloverlawn investor and supposedly
interested in the development out here,
I must show my civic pride and make
a darned fool Of myself"
Mildred looked very cool and charm
ing in her light georgette dress and
big green hat as she presided over
one of the tea tables at the Country
club the following Saturday after
noon. She looked about for Gil. He
was not to be seen anywhere. Mr..
Manning was engaged in seeing to
the comfort Of the guests and Mr..
Anthony, as usual, was telling about
his recent admission to the "Hole-in-
One Club" Gil probably had had
enough and had shed the golf outfit
for a cold shower and flannels, or per-
haps the oily overalls in the garage.
eff you are as enthusiastic about
Cloverlawn as Gil Is, Mrs. Stone"
said Mr.. Manning leaning over the
table, 1--WE sure have gained two real
live assets to our community. By
George, that husband Of yours. :"
ayes, 1 know o.. but where is he?
I haven't seen him. :"
"Where is he? He borrowed my
clubs and is taking lesson from
Scotty, the pro. Says he is rusty
on the game and wants to brush up
before next week."
One week later, at the dinner table,
Mildred asked laconically:
"Have you written Lizette and
thanked her for your birthday pres
ent?
"No, by George, 1 haven't. Too
darned busy. Got a birdie on the
fourth hole tonight . must ask her
to send me some more like them.
:"
"Just another pair of devilish plaid
golf socks. :" grinned Mildred.