Show JUST FOLKS By EDGAR A. A GUEST THE DISSATISFIED GOLFER Unto a golfer sick with shame Late one evening the devil came And the Old Boy said with his oily ony leer sitting grieving here Why are you What on do you ou want to todo do Would you ou sell your our soul fora two seventy-two The golfer cried to the grinning Nick I 1 would sell it quick For a two seventy-two Done said the devil n Put it Tomorrow you'll shoot the bourse In par Now get to your b bed d and rest content Ill I'll see lee you OU later and later and out he went i I True to his bargain the devil kept From tee to tee that golfer stepped Making g the ahot holes and the far farAs I j As had been promised to him In par Twice he he- had putts for a birdie three three v But more than he as asked ed for could not beniS be His niS' trl friends rejoiced as s good friends do S1 But ut h he h shook shoo his head at that seventy two Once I 1 was stymied by a tree There Ther were two short putts which I 1 said he he t. t i And ni but forthe rotten luck that's mineI mine 1 I Id I'd a d ha haye hae shot that course in a sixty AH An that to be paragraphed P In ln Hades liades the devil lauh d- d I i 18 Edgar Edar A 4 Guest Guest- |