One Way Out 



a keen-edged scythe. In fact, he often 

 hears yet, when pushing a pencil in the 

 town jail called his office, the music 

 of the whetstone flying swiftly back 

 and forth along the curving blade, and 

 sees the golden rod, sweet clover and 

 big broad burdocks going down before 

 a rhythmic swaying under August 

 suns. Unfortunately, however, this 

 proficiency in that ancient and honor- 

 able game did not seem to help much 

 when, in the first dash for the open 

 air, blue sky and the companionship 

 of meadow larks and other interesting 

 people to be met with around good golf 

 links, he resolved to resume partial 

 touch with the soil of which he was so 

 fond and very little of which he 

 owned by buying a driver, brassey, 

 cleek, mid-iron, mashie, putter, bag 

 and balls, and a suit of "knickers;" 

 the customary equipment, in other 

 words, of those who take up as a means 

 of relaxation the time-honored Scottish 

 sport. 



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