THE CADDIE'S ADVICE.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2660, 19 May 1908, Page 7

THE CADDIE'S ADVICE.

An amusing story is being told of a certain Bishop, somewhat overweight and a novice at the gatne, who went out on a golf course in Scotland. He had as his caddie a little sandy haired boy, a plaid muffler round his nock and a plaid cap on his small round head. They came to the fust tee. The caddie prepared the hall for the clergyman and then drew a driver from the bag and handed it to his employer. Bishop meant v.< 11 and he swung hard, but the ball never moved. Once again the 'Bishop took his position, whirled the club around his head like a hammer thrower and swung wildly at the ball. But it never moved. Ten square inches of good Scottish turf went, flying through the air instead. The Bishop was beginning to get interested, and so was the caddie. Me didn't like the stick, so the boy gave liiin an iron. I'his time the Bishop dug a nice furrow on the other side of the ball, and, incidentally, broke the club. But the little ball still rested peacefully on the mound of sand. It seemed to be glued fast to the earth. The Bishop had six sticks, and he tried them nil. Once, after an exceptionally hard drive, he lost his ba'lanee and sat down rather unexpectedly. This only encouraged him to greater effort. That, small white ball clung to the earth with the tenacity of ji leech. The Bishop was perspiring freely, and several times between breaths he mumbled incoherently. But lie was still game.

" Now, my hoy. what do you advise;?" Risked the tired Bishop. "(Jive if a eJout with the hag, sir," replied the. caddie, without a sign of a smile.

"The last sight we in London, Canada, had of the Bishop of London. England, was," writes a Canadian corrc.spondr.nl of the "Record,"

"as characteristic as amusing. As the train was moving out of the station on its .journey to . A,\ liner a woman rushed in with a lot of parcols, a cage, and a little win re puppy dog. Not perceiving who it was standing on the steps above her, she said, in those peremptory tones that only a woman can use, ' Here ! here ! lake this, take this !' as she held up the birdcage and the puppy. And the last vision we in Ontario, had of the latest, if not the greatest. of the Lord of Bishops of London was that of a kindly, smiling face, with a twinkle of humour in the eye, as lie hauled up the bark steps of the railway carriage the little puppy dog of a flustered woman."

It is a curious fact that Paris has been chosen by nearly everv European monarch j»s playground in the last few months, which goes to show that, under the republican regime, La Yille Lumiere retains all its attractions for them, and all its magnificence. .King Edward leels himself more at home in Paris than anywhere save in London, and old boulevardiers are proud to number him as one of themselves. Recently the King of Siani, the King of Greece, the King of the Belgians, and exQueen Nathalie of Servia were guests of France. Prince Ferdinand of Bulgaria and the King of Portugal arc frequent visitors, often incognito. NOT ALWAYS BUSINESS VISITS.

from the programmes communi- ! cated to the Press, one might ima- ' gine that the whole time of royalty whilefin Paris' was taken up with, solemn ceremonials, sight-seeing, and feasts. The inner meaning of all these visits is generally more human and more interesting. The King 01 Siain, who is a curious mixture of the Asiatic barbarian and the up-to-date man about town, with a spice of the European diplomat thrown in, was a little shocked at the free-and-easy manner of t lie Parisians with regard to « full Brother ot the Sun and Moon, but after he got accustomed to it he enjoyed , the freedom which his incognito al- | lows him in this gay city. The King of "Portugal is a sort of a good-natured, j oyous Nero, fiddling, i gaming, enjoying the 'life of a lioulevardier to the full while his capital is burning, or at least undergoing all the trials of a crisis of misery and revolt.—T.T.O." i