Ballade of Golf Scores.

Free Lance, Volume XVI, Issue 839, 28 July 1916, Page 25

Ballade of Golf Scores.

I.live again each drive and putt, . \Each brassie shot of weeks ago ; "If with my mashie I had cut . Enough, I had not whaled it so!" My scores had been much less, I know. If my left arm I had kept stiff — Ah, what a % wondrous game I'd show If I might only score each "If." My iron shots were splendid—but I gripped the club as 'twere a hoe; Then, ' Wilson-like, I said : ' 'Tut-tut I'' : And petulantly tapped 'my toe. Some holes I played with joy aglow. But others only served to miff— There'd be no retrospective woe If I might only score eoch "If." What time I've glanced on fence or hut, Or wildly sliced- balls to and: fro, Or seen them drop into a rut * And fight me as a trenched-in foe 1 What time the ball was dead as douah And idly loitered with, each biff! A truer light on me 'twould throw If I might only score each "If." Handicap: Prince, call me "dub!" In golfing, though, . Betimes the best the air will whiff. I claim my scores will all be low If I might only score each "If." -—Wilbur D. Nesbit.