SOME GOLF STORIES.

Auckland Star, Volume XXXIII, Issue 242, 11 October 1902, Page 2 (Supplement)

SOME GOLF STORIES.

There Is no more serious frame than the Royal and Ancient, but its votaries unbent! considerably over the flowing bowl, when battles are fought over again, or at tho pleasant dinners that generally follow int.v-club matches. Good temper is essential to good golf, and a member of the Newcastle (Co. Down) Club some time back had this admirable quality put to severe test, but with tbe good humour of his race he came out on top. '.'A Golfer" in "M.A.P." thus tells the story:—A tall hat in a golf club is like a red rag to a bull. He visited the club to take part in a club supper after attending a funeral, and still attirstl in the garb of woe. Received in the hall with shouts of laughter, a rush was made for the offending tall hat, and after a scrummage, with tho hat doing duty for the ball, tho caubeen was quickly reduc-

Ed to a pitiable condition. The owner viewed the scene of carnage with quiet philosophy, and presented the remains to the club. To this day the hat adorns tho hall, surrounded with a wreath of immortelles, and the words, "Presented to ihe Newcastle Golf Club by Mr "

A capital story going the rounds just now is told of a well known London music publisher and a popular actor. They had to play over a hill, but one "sliced" and the other "pulled." Lost to sight of each other for half an hour they eventually met near the green. "How many are you, old chap?" gasped the perspiring publisher. "Oh, like as we lie," replied the actor. "Lie as we like," murmured the publisher, as he "chucked" the game and made a bee line for the clubhouse— and the bar.

The bogey of the Acton Golf Club is 7G. A well known dramatic author, playing over the course recently, returned to the c-_bhouse flushed with victory. "Well, how have you done?" asked a Thespian "senior" of the author. "I've done a 77," mildly remarked the author, who had never before been known to complete the 18 holes, and who was a limit handicap man. "You've done a what?" roared the incredulous senior. "Seventy-seven," softly repeated the scribe, "and if I had had time to do the second half it would have been my record."