Show HEAVENLY HAND MASHIE The old minister was without question the worlds world's worst gel gol- fer One day on a fairly long straight hole he uncorked a towering drive dead to the pin The ball hit the hard turf and began rolling As if it were drawn on by a magnet it con con- continued to roll The ball reached the apron crossed it then headed over the green straight for the flag With its last shudder of momentum mom mom- momentum it dropped into the cup The astounded clergyman returned his eyes I toward h e a v e n Father please he pleaded Id rather I do it myself I |