Evening star., 1941-03-02

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stops to think about it when he is
playing" The little professional eyed
them benevolently. "Tis like the
pur-rloined letter of Mister-r Poe.
The plainer-r it is, the harder it is
to see. You follow me, Ma'am?"
The big woman shook her head.
"A ball is hit FROM a place called
tee towards little hole. The OBJ
ject of the game is to get the ball into
the hole in the least number-r of
STROKES. These holes | speak of
ARE changed from place to place on
the gr-reen at various times during
the week If the hole is out in the
middle of the green, it is eastern
to get it into the hole than if it is over
near the CORNER of the green. You
see that? Orr say the hole is placed
- by accident - on the top of bit
r-rise or on a tricky spot of slope.
Many a stroke is added getting into
the hole and many a golfer-r gets
r-rare mad at his card without stop
ping to ken why"
"My sacred auntr' Bill cried &C.
statically. THE first day all the holes
we're in hard spots. The next day they
were made as easy as possible. Away
from the traps too, I'll bet"
by a rar-re coincidence" MIR.
Mckibben interposed slyly. "And by
another rar-re coincidence Mr.. Croy
played from the back tees yesterday
and fr-rom the fr-ront tees today.
And Woodlawn, as ye know, is not a
long course. 1t made a big differ
ence. though l doubt Mister-r Cr-roy
noticed. He -"
Don't tell mep' Young Bill cried.
did he think it was the ball? Was
he suspicious? I'll bet he wasn't.
Why, not one duffer in thousand
would notice thing if the job were
done cleverly. And, as you say,
changing cups around is only rou-
tine"
"And it violates nae r-rule of the
game" the little man pointed out.
But | don't think -
Hell be fit to be tied" Bill prophe-
sled eagerly. He grinned at his mother
"Ah, what sweet delight this night
shall bring. eh, Abbie? MIR. Mac,
you're genius, A positive geniusr
81 think you may -
But Young Bill would not let the
little man finish. His mind was bound
up in picture of MIR. Croy. Maybe
he won't come. What do you think,
Abbie? He's late now. isn't he? Some
of these old birds can dish it up but
they can't take it. If -"
Mrs. Tupper stepped hastily in
front of him. "Stow your CAB, Willie"
she commanded hoarsely. Here he
comes now"
A shining coupe twisted into the
drive and came to a quick stop be-
hind MIR. McKibben's battered sedan.
The door opened and the lanky lawyer
angled out. He turned and picked a
large package off the seat Then he
came towards them
YOUNG Bills jaw dropped. MIR.
Jeptha Croy looked like bridegroom.
There was a spring to his step and
a whistle on his lips. He waved his
free hand gayiy. A broad, happy smile
lighted up his gray face.
II started to tell ye," MIR.
McKibben tried to whisper.
But MIR. Croy's hearty cry bore
down his explanation. Hope I'm not
late. folks! Stopped around and
bought few bottles of champagne.
Got any ice. Abbie? Hello, Bill How's
the advertising business? And Mr..
McKibben! Twice in one day, eh?
Well, well. we'll" He shook hands
vigorously all around.
Mrs. Upper put the first question.
What are we doin', Jep? Cele-
brating your new business venture?'
MIR. Croy frowned absently. then
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