IN A FISHING COUNTRY 



Murray Bay Golf Club was formed on the 

 25th of July, 1894, but the game had al- 

 ready been played for a couple of years 

 upon rough fields behind Dubergers, and 

 over the unbuilt-on Ridge above. In 1895 

 'the mound field' was leased for $20.00 a 

 year, and $5.00 was the cost of a family 

 season ticket to play thereon. The 

 Club House went up at the end of the 

 Butte de I'Eau-de-Vie in 1905; now all 

 foregather there for golf, tennis, croquet, 

 bowls, evening entertainments, meetings or 

 tea. It is a busy hive in the heart of the 

 season, with games arranged weeks ahead, 

 a long list of waiting players who tee up 

 every four minutes under the eye of a 

 starter; — of necessity very urban and busi- 

 nesslike, rather unleisured and competitive 

 for those who recall the old joys of a quiet 

 round. In speaking of the course, I go in 

 debt for a phrase to a New York player. 

 Asked if Murray Bay had a really good 

 links, his answer was slow in framing it- 

 self: — 'No... No... But. . . //'j the best 

 Fve ever played on.' 



Automobiles have flooded in — dust, 



smell, danger, last and worst of all the 



motor habit of mind, in their train. They 



were never built for such roads as these, 



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