A golfing novice was recently endeavoring to drive off from the first tee. His utmost efforts, however, only succeeded in displacing the remaining turf on a course a little too much in the public gaze. ,An old lady, who was anxiously watching his apopletic countenance, tapped him on'the shoulder. " Pardon me, sir," she asked sweetly, "but what exactly has the little white-ball to do with the gamer'
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Evening Star, Issue 17515, 22 November 1920, Page 7
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67Page 7 Advertisements Column 3 Evening Star, Issue 17515, 22 November 1920, Page 7
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