CHAPTER X 



Toilers and Idlers of the Shining Hours 



I profess no special knowledge of 

 entomology, but at different times I 

 have become for short periods inti- 

 mately acquainted with certain individ- 

 ual specimens of the insect world. A 

 honey bee which I inadvertently picked 

 up from off a white clover blossom on 

 the links one day in August certainly 

 gave me a live enough time, for the 

 few moments that he lasted. But I 

 finally got him just below my knee. 

 That was not half so "spooky," how- 

 ever, as the incident over on the 

 thirteenth hole where after a heavy 

 rain, while the surface water still 

 soaked the fair green, an ill-fated and 

 good-intentioned frog leaped into trou- 

 ble up a player's trouser leg. The 

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