TWAS HELL.

Marlborough Express, Volume XLVII, Issue 139, 14 June 1913, Page 6

TWAS HELL.

The golf bug's soul came back from' a little range around Satan's preserve with a smile as wide as the Amazon river. "I say," it exclaimed, "I don't call this much of a hell. They have the finest golf course out there I ever saw in my life." A droll looking old soul who was sitting on the safety valve looked up. "But did you see anybody playing on it?" he asked. "No," the newcomer admitted, "I didn't." The old-timer chuckled. "That's it," he said. "He won't let anybody play on it."