ple out in the Country hear of Milk-Sickness or falling Meteors,
both well authenticated but never encountered.

While rummaging through the Sporting Page, he would come across a
cryptic Reference to MacFearson of Drumtochtie being 3 up and 2 to play
on Hargis of Sunset Ho, whereupon he would experience a sense of
annoyance and do a quick Hurdle.

He had seen in various Shop-Windows the spindly Utensils and snowy
Pellets which, he had reason to believe, were affiliated in some way
with the sickening Fad. He would look at them with extreme Contempt
and rather resent their contaminating contiguity to the Mask, the Shin-
Guard, and the upholstered Grabber.

Mr. Pallzey believed that Golf was played by the kind of White Rabbits
who March in Suffrage Parades, wearing Gloves.

The dreaded Thing lay outside of his Orbit and beyond his Ken, the same
as Tatting or Biology. His conception of a keen and sporty game was
Pin Pool or Jacks Only with the Deuce running wild.

One Saturday he was invited out to a Food Saturnalia at a Country
Place. The Dinner was postponed until late in the Day because they all
dreaded it so much.

Friend Host said he had a twosome on at the Club and was trying out an
imported Cleek, so he invited Mr. Pallzey to be a Spectator.

If he had said that he was going up in a Balloon to hemstitch a couple
of Clouds, it would have sounded just as plausible to Mr. Pallzey of the
Wholesale District.

The latter went along, just out of Politeness, but he was a good deal
disappointed in his Friend. It certainly did seem trifling for a
Huskie weighing one hundred and eighty to pick on something about the
size of a Robin's Egg.

Mr. Pallzey played Gallery all around the Course. He would stand
behind them at the Tee and smile in a most calm and superior Manner
while they sand-shuffled and shifted and jiggled and joggled and went
through the whole calisthenic Ritual of St. Vitus.

He was surprised to note how far the Ball would speed when properly
spanked, but he thought there was no valid excuse for overrunning on
the Approaches.

Mr. Pallzey found himself criticizing the Form of the Players. That
should have been his Cue to climb the Fence.

All of the Mashiemaniacs start on the downward Path by making Mind-Plays
and getting under Bogey.

Back on the sloping Sward between No. 18 and the Life-Saving Station,
the two Contestants were holding the usual Post-Mortem.

"Let me see that Dewflicker a