THIS SOLITARY GOLFRR. Behold him single in the field, Yon solitary golfing lad ! Driving and lofting by himself; His form, we’d say, is bad ! Alone he cuts and mars the swaul, And often shouts a burning word ; O look you ! for the air around Is turning blue —filled with the sound. Will no one tell me what he says? Perhaps the wrathful shoutings flow To recommend ball, club, and game To regions down below ; Or is it some less gruesome phrase, That everyone at some time says ; Some simple bit of school-boy slang, As gosh 1 or blame it! or I’ll be hang ! Whate’er the words the laddie said, As if his ire could have no ending, I saw him make a swinging drive, The small ball skyward sending - . I watched the ball sail far away, And fall upon the sunlit bray, Aud thought—shall I agree With those who say that golf’s insanity?
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