One Way Out 



your ball a half-hour or so you may 

 find it; and if you be stout of arm and 

 find a niblick in your bag you may, 

 if you have good luck, be able to chop 

 the wayward pill back onto the lot 

 where it belongs. You will then have 

 to take another type of iron and 

 with devilish ingenuity the Scotch 

 have originated more breeds of these 

 than they have of sheep and cattle 

 and try to make progress towards the 

 flag that marks the hole for which you 

 are supposed to be headed. By and 

 by you will reach the "green." But 

 the cup into which your ball has now to 

 be "holed" is not half big enough. It 

 should of course approximate the size 

 of a full-grown wash-tub, but it doesn't. 

 They say the cup is four inches wide. I 

 don't believe it! 



Now if you manage to get your own 

 ball safely stowed away at last, in say 

 seven strokes, counting from your first 

 endeavor on the teeing ground, and 

 Clay has taken eight, you have won 

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