THE CADDIE’S ADVICE.

Northland Age, Volume V, Issue 7, 5 October 1908, Page 8

THE CADDIE’S ADVICE.

An amusing story is being told of a certain Bishop, somewhat overweight and a novice at the game, who went out on a golf course in Scotland, He had as his caddie a little sandy haired boy, a plaid muffler round his neck and a plaid cap on his small round head. They came to the first tee. The caddie prepared the ball for the clergyman and then drew a driver from the bag] and handed it to his employer. Bishop meant well 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. He didn't like the stick, so the boy gave him an iron. This 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 all. Once, after an exceptionally hard drive, he lost his balance and sat down rather unexpectedly. This only encouraged him to greater effort. That small white ball clung to the earth with the tenacity of a leech. The Bishop was perspiring freely, and several times between breaths he mumbled incoherently. But he was still game. “ Now, my boy, what do you advise,?" asked the tired Bishop. “Give if a clout with the bag, sir," replied the caddie without a sign of a smile.