MUNICIPAL GOLF LINKS.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 18889, 12 October 1929, Page 8

MUNICIPAL GOLF LINKS.

To the Editor. Dear Sir, —I have heard that there is some sort of Providence that watches over drunk men and children when in danger. Isn’t there some tradition about some deity that has the onerous job of looking after lawyers and editors? Or am I mixing things up a bit by thinking of that term “Printer’s Devil”? I am sure that golfers must have their guardian angels, and are regarded kindly by St Peter after they have holed put their last hole. I have several times watched the congested condition of the play on the above links. This, of course, is to a certain extent unavoidable because of the number of players, the class of players who go round hacking up divots in bunches of five or six, and the small area at present available. However, a smack from a golf ball is not usually a serious matter. In the days that are past, when I could drive a longer ball than I do now, I dropped a man, with a ball that reached the green over 200 yards away on the second bounce. My victim was putting, and he was playing with “the Judge.” This is one of the “unforgettables” of my golfing life. However, whiskies at Warner’s repaired all the physical and mental damave that was done,, and the Judge had no job of manslaughter to deal with offhand. One of my experiences has been to help carry in a dead man with his bag of clubs—an ideal death. I once intercepted a low-sliced cleek shot on the ear. If that ball had got me under the ear at right angles, instead of at an angle of about 45 deg., I think I would have been carried in from that game. On another occasion, in a mixed foursome, a husband and wife were oijr opponents. ’’Nutty” was one of those, players whose shots often take a “V" flight. The wife should have known him better than to wander on in front. “By Jove, it does sting some!” said the heroine, with tears in her voice and a brave smile on her face. “The bruise was as big as ” she afterwards. No, I can't swear to the size of it. It is to be hoped that there will be nothing more tragic than bruises for the custodian to deal with on the Municipal Links.—l am, etc., PETER TROLOVE.