Two of a Kind 



— ^was next seen, chasing some sort of a 

 big awkward slow-flying creature over- 

 head. 



I thought of a lot of things about 

 this aerial combat that I was eager to 

 speak about to somebody; but my 

 opponent of the golf match had his 

 eye always upon his ball, not on birds 

 or humble bees, and it would be fatal 

 to good discipline, from the standpoint 

 of "Pete" (the best caddymaster I 

 know) for me to discuss sparrow- 

 hawk mid-air sparring matches with 

 the boy. So I held my tongue, and 

 immediately proceeded to "top" my 

 midiron shot in front of the biggest 

 bunker on the place. While digging 

 the ball out of the pit, a broad-backed 

 brown beetle of a sort I had never seen 

 before came crawling down the grassy 

 slope of the "cop" directly in front of 

 me. Now, how can anyone, with any 

 interest at all in this big round world 

 and all its wonders, concentrate upon 

 such a stupid, dead object as a golf 



