the Jar, and illustrated the famous Long
Drive with Moving Pictures, Tableaux, Delsarte, and some newly acquired
technical Drivel, which he mouthed with childish Delight.

Now we see him buying Clubs, although he refers to them as Sticks--
proving that he is still a groping Neophyte.

He thinks that a shorter Shaft and more of a Lay-Back will enable him
to drive a Mile. The Gooseneck Putter will save him two on every Hole.
Also, will the Man please show him an Iron guaranteed to reach all the
way down to the Dimple and plunk it right in the Eye.

Then all of the new Implements laid out at Home and Wife sitting back,
listening to a Lecture as to what will be pulled off on the succeeding
Day of Rest.

She had promised at the Altar to Love, Honor, and Listen. Still, it
was trying to see the once-loved Adult cavorting on the verge of
Dementia and know that she was helpless.

He sallied forth with those going to Early Mass, and returned at the
Vesper Hour caked with Dust and 98 per cent. gone in the Turret.

It seems that at the sixth hole on the Last Round where you cross the
Crick twice, he fell down and broke both Arms and both Legs. So he
tore up the Medal Score, gave all the Clubs to the Caddy, and standing
on the grassy Summit of the tall Ridge guarding the Bunker, he had
lifted a grimy Paw and uttered the Vow of Renunciation.

In other words, he was Through.

The senile Wrecks and the prattling Juveniles, for whom the Game was
invented, could have his Part of it for all time.

Never again would he walk on the Grass or cock his Arms or dribble Sand
all over the dark and trampled Ground where countless Good Men had
suffered.

No, Indeed!

So next day he bought all the Paraphernalia known to the Trade, and his
name was put up at a Club.

It was one of those regular and sure-enough Clubs. High East Winds
prevailed in the Locker-Room. Every member was a Chick Evans when he
got back to the nineteenth hole.

Mr. Pallzey now began to regard the Ancient and Honorable Pastime as a
compendium of Sacraments, Ordeals, Incantations, and Ceremonial
Formalities.

He resigned himself into the Custody of a professional Laddie with
large staring Knuckles and a Dialect that dimmed all the memories of
Lauder.

In a short time the Form was classy, but the Score had to be taken out
and buried after every Round.

Mr. Pallzey saw that this Mundane Existence was not all Pleasure. He
had found his Life-Work. The Lo