Salt Lake Telegram | 1936-05-25 | Page 6 | Just Folks

i I J Just Folks By EDGAR A. A GUEST LESSON FROM GOLF When I believed content to be beI beI beI I had to shoot a three seventy-three And play in par each separate hole Then golf was torture to ray my soul When I pl played golf with stern set setUp lip Up lipAs lipAs As one who seeks the championship champion champion- ship III temper shot me through and through A happy day I seldom knew While still I held the thought that I have a perfect lie And always truly hit the ball Golf wasn't any fun at all But now that I no longer seek To join the few upon the peak Good shot or bad its it's all aU the same Im I'm getting pleasure from tho the game now by cup or score I am a nervous wreck no more Im I'm done with temper fits tit and groans I know I cant can't be Bobby Jones Contented now v the game I play And make the most of every day I even come at night elate Because Ivo made a ninety eight And so with life lite Because I fall taU Short of the tho peak why spoil it all t S Cop Copyright right 1936 Edgar A. A Guest