“She's a Floater!”

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 713, 12 July 1929, Page 13

“She's a Floater! ”

Some years ago a large gallery was following a golf match on a country cjourse where deep and numerous water hazards made floaters more popular than sinkers. The approach to one hole was particularly tricky, because of a • deep water hazard. There was general excitement when one of the competitors played a mashie shot with a horrible “plop” into the mud at the side of the hazard, and the gallery raced for vantage points to watch, with morbid interest, the recovery from the sticky clay. Women lined the fairway, and a number surrounded two sides of the hazard, their gay frocks prettily reflected in the deep pool of water. As the shot was about to be played, one rather plump and very short spectator, who was determined to see exactly how champions extricated themselves from the mud, shifted to better her position. The crumbling edge of the bank gave way, and she slid with a gurgling splash into thqp water. Ripples ran out from around her as she sank. The champion foozled his shot, but the tense silence which followed the double tragedy was relieved when the woman’s head reappeared above the surface and a caddie shouted triumphantly, “It's all right; she’s a floater.”