The Bluegrass Claims Its Own 



see as you look out over the great 

 central field. They are merely traps, 

 pits, bunkers, cops and mounds of 

 fifty-seven different formations, set 

 to catch the unwary — and sometimes 

 the very wary — golfer, and they add 

 not only to the picturesqueness of the 

 landscape but occasionally to the 

 language employed by some of those 

 who traverse it. 



I should like to tell you what the 

 farmers round about here really think 

 of the game that engages the attention 

 of so many of those who frequent the 

 Club, to the exclusion of other matters 

 of interest, but a fair statement of 

 their views I do not think could pass 

 the censor. If they were native-born 

 American or English, Scotch or even 

 French farmers they might and prob- 

 ably would stand for it, but as an in- 

 tensely practical, hard-working, frugal, 

 serious-minded folk of German descent 

 they look upon the devotion of i6o 

 acres of good grazing to such a silly 



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