RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CX, Issue 32322, 13 June 1970, Page 15

RANDOM REMINDER

ALIBI

There’s something about the game of golf which poison? the soul. Ordinary people who lead decent, honest lives are drawn down into depravity, and even the few brave souls who escape are never quite the same, afterwards

One of the forthright few who have flung free from the bondage of the bag and brassie (sorry number two wood today) is a Darfield woman. When she found that one of her friends wanted to play golf, she simply shrugged her shoulders, as one will when faced with a crisis one can not meet, and

Offered the use of her clubs and trundler. Not long ago the friend took the plunge, as she says, and she could not have chosen a more apt phrase. She borrowed the gear and went out playing golf. She became increasingly involved, enthusiastic and frustrated, but within a week or two could be classified, with accuracy, as a golf maniac. Some people like dancing barefoot in the dew. Others bang their heads on walls for the pleasure it gives to stop. And some play golf. This lady loved it. Until'she had a telephone call from her

friend, the one who had made her clubs available. It seemed, as the Irish might say, that her son's bag and clubs and trundler had disappeared; they had been handed over to the new devotee. Naturally, a swap was arranged and carried through. The novice now has all the equipment she needs. Trundler, bag, clubs, and a story to explain why she wasn't round in 72. How can you expect a lady who has just mastered the game to do her best when suddenly she is required to play with women's clubs?