y be avoided by adding a hook with a
top-spin or _vice versa_. The Man says there are twenty-six Things to
be remembered in Driving from the Tee. One is Stance. I forget the
other twenty-five."

Then the Partner of his Joys and Sorrows, with the accent on the Debit
Side, would shoot twenty Grains of Asperin into him and plant him in
the Flax.

Next morning at Breakfast he would break it to her that the Brassie
had developed too much of a Whip and he had decided to try a
forty-inch Shaft.

They had Seasoned Hickory for Breakfast, Bunkers for Luncheon, and the
Fair Green for Dinner.

As a matter of course they had to give up their comfortable Home among
the Friends who had got used to them and move out to a strawboard
Bungalow so as to be near the Execution Grounds.

Mrs. Pallzey wanted to do the White Mountains, but Mr. Pallzey needed
her. He wanted her to be waiting on the Veranda at Dusk, so that he
could tell her all about it, from the preliminary Address to the final
Foozle.

Sometimes he would come home enveloped in a foglike Silence which
would last beyond early Candle Lighting, when he would express the
Opinion that the Administration at Washington had proved a Failure.

Perhaps the very next Evening he would lope all the way up the Gravel
and breeze into her presence, smelling like a warm gust of Air from
Dundee.

He would ask her to throw an Amber Light on the Big Hero. He would
call her "Kid" and say that Vardon had nothing on him. Her man was the
Gink to show that Pill how to take a Joke.

Then she would know that he had won a Box of Balls from Mrs. Talbot's
poor old crippled Father-in-Law.

She could read him like a Barometer. If he and Mr. Hilgus, the Real
Estate Man, came home together fifteen feet apart, she would know it
had been a Jolly Day on the Links.

By the second summer, Mr. Pallzey had worked up until he was allowed
to use a Shower Bath once hallowed by the presence of Jerome Travers.

He was not exactly a Duffer. He was what might be called a sub-Duffer,
or Varnish, which means that the Committee was ashamed to mark up the
Handicap.

He still had a good many superfluous Hands and Feet and was bleeding
freely on every Green.

Sometimes he would last as far as the Water-Hazard and then sink with
a Bubbling Cry.

Notwithstanding which, he kept on trying to look like the Photographs
of Ouimet.

If he spun into the High Spinach off at the Right it was Tough Luck.
If he whanged