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dead, or when his rival's drive drops like a stone 

 into a bunker, it is no easy task to exclaim 

 " Well played !" or " Bad luck !" (as the case 

 may be) in tones that carry conviction. " In 

 thinking of the sorrows of others," as a great 

 philosopher once remarked, " we forget our 

 own," and the truth of this saying is nowhere 

 more apparent than upon the golf-links. 



The perfect golfer should always be ready to 

 listen mth a kindly ear to all the reasons his 

 opponent insists upon giving him for missing 

 various easy shots; he should at the same time 

 remember that nobody really cares for un- 

 solicited information of this kind, and should 

 refrain from remarking, after he has foozled a 

 particularly easy mashie-shot: " My ball was 

 lying in a hole !" " I looked up !" or " My caddy 

 gave me the \\Tong club !" 



Long experience upon the links teaches one 

 to be genially tolerant of the mathematical 

 miscalculations of others. It is a strange thing 

 that men who invariably add up a bridge score 

 correctly — City magnates, captains of industry, 

 masters of finance who can tell offhand the 

 profit they have made on 460 Canadian Pacific 

 ordinary shares when the stock rises 3f — often 

 display a lamentable incapacity for estimating 

 the exact number of times they have struck a 

 golf -ball between the tee and the green. 



