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Otago Witness, Issue 3886, 4 September 1928, Page 14

We are indebted to a northern exchange for the following golf story;—■ Two of the senior members of the local club were playing for the usual shilling a hole, and were accompanied by a junior lady player and a recruit to the game, whose ability is easily excelled by the force of his rhetoric. The game was halfway through, and the Scotsman of the party was stammering slightlv, being five down. The lady had the humour, and hit the ball well over the hill and out of sight. The men played their shots, and all approached the putting green, but the lady’s ball could not be found until the Scotsman holed out and discovered the missing “ pill ” in the tin. It is reported on credible authority that the lady smiled sweetly, and remarked: ‘ Dear me! Do you know I thousrht I’d missed it! ” ,