KEEP YOUR EYE ON THE BALL
(From an article entitled “How the Golf-Germ Grossed the Atlantic,” <by Robert H. Davis, in tho "London Magazine.”)
Boys, if the ’phone should ring. Or anyone come to call, Whisper that thia is spring. To come again next fall. Say I have a date on a certain tee, Where my friends the bunkers wait in glee: Tell them the dec. has ordered me To keep my eye on the ball.
Bov. If they wish to know. Where I shall haunt the scene, Tell them to leave and go Out by the ancient green. Tell them to look where the pits are deep. And the sand flies up in a powdered heap, And cut of the depths loud curses creep, To the flash of a niblick sheen.
Th»r if the boss should Sigh, Or for my presence seek, Tell him the truth, don’t lie— Say that my will, was weak. For what is a job to a brossie shot That Whistles away to an untnapped spot, Or the thrill of a well-cut mashieshot, Or the sweep of a burnished cleek?
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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume LXXVI, Issue 18757, 14 April 1923, Page 6
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185KEEP YOUR EYE ON THE BALL Wanganui Chronicle, Volume LXXVI, Issue 18757, 14 April 1923, Page 6
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