in the case of a quick slice 90

Method and effect of pulling into a cross wind from the right 94

The push shot with the cleek 106

Putting with cut on a sloping green 154

Nails in golfing boots and shoes 167

Points to look at when addressing the ball 170

THE COMPLETE GOLFER

CHAPTER I

GOLF AT HOME

The happy golfer--A beginning at Jersey--The Vardon family--An
anxious tutor--Golfers come to Grouville--A fine natural
course--Initiation as a caddie--Primitive golf--How we made our
clubs--Matches in the moonlight--Early progress--The study of
methods--Not a single lesson--I become a gardener--The advice of my
employer--"Never give up golf"--A nervous player to begin with--My
first competition--My brother Tom leaves home--He wins a prize at
Musselburgh--I decide for professionalism--An appointment at Ripon.

I have sometimes heard good golfers sigh regretfully, after holing out
on the eighteenth green, that in the best of circumstances as to health
and duration of life they cannot hope for more than another twenty, or
thirty, or forty years of golf, and they are then very likely inclined
to be a little bitter about the good years of their youth that they may
have "wasted" at some other less fascinating sport. When the golfer's
mind turns to reflections such as these, you may depend upon it that it
has been one of those days when everything has gone right and nothing
wrong, and the supreme joy of life has been experienced on the links.
The little white ball has seemed possessed of a soul--a soul full of
kindness and the desire for doing good. The clubs have seemed endowed
with some subtle qualities that had rarely been discovered in them
before. Their lie, their balance, their whip, have appeared to reach the
ideal, and such command has been felt over them as over a dissecting
instrument in the hands of a skilful surgeon. The sun has been shining
and the atmosphere has sparkled when, flicked cleanly from the tee, the
rubber-cored ball has been sent singing through the air. The drives have
all been long and straight, the brassy shots well up, the approaches
mostly dead, and the putts have taken the true line to the tin. Hole
after hole has been done in bogey, and here and there