One Way Out 



often played with him myself, and 

 once in a long time can bring him in 

 one "down," and anybody that I can 

 finish "up" on at a game of golf is 

 no real golfer. Anyhow Clay started 

 me. In fact, it may as well be recorded 

 here as anywhere else that he is really 

 the person who urged the building of 

 the little cottage in the country that 

 has now sheltered me for some seven- 

 teen consecutive summers under the 

 name his sister gave it. 



Now golf looks easy. It is for men 

 who have a good burr under their 

 tongue, and were caught before full 

 maturity; but the average American 

 business man who tackles it figures 

 much more prominently in the list of 

 those who contribute to the upkeep of 

 the greens and lockers than he does in 

 the roster of first-flighters in tourna- 

 ments where one is expected to hit the 

 ball. As a contributing member of a 

 country club he is a pronounced suc- 

 cess. As a golfer he ruins more turf 

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