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Show GOLF. To the old war horses of the Country Club links last Sunday's gathering of the clans was a delight. For the first time this season the course was actually crowded, and that, too, in spite of the fact that many of the real, yard-wide golfiacs were absent. From the form displayed by several of the new players, some warm scrapping for the season's trophies seems very probable, and undoubtedly un-doubtedly the lists will be much fuller even than last year. The two club teams, the Cleeks and the Brassies, held the first of the series of team matches. The Cleeks got an awful walloping, only two on that team finishing up on their opponents. op-ponents. George Steiner's clever work for the Brassies piled up the score heavily against the Cleeks. His play is improving rapidly, and if he continues in his present form, will create considerable con-siderable bother about the time the annual championship cham-pionship contest takes place. Poison ivy seems to be in abundance in the undergrowtn of the garden. Mr. Harkness is suf- H fering from this fact, and several others have H come in contact with the stuff to their sorrow. So H many balls are driven into these patches that H some effort should be made at once to destroy the H poisonous growth. There is enough grief lurking H in that infernal garden, anyway, without one be- H ing compelled to pay doctor's bills in order to find H a lost ball. H tv tv Tho links at Fort Douglas have been put into H good shape recently, and are being used more H and more by the officers of the Post. Brassy play, H an unknown quantity on the short Countiy Club H course, is not only possible, but necessary over H the course on the bench. Why can't wo go up M there some Saturday or Sunday? Colonel Bubb H has invited the Country Club players so often M and so cordially to play at the Post, that it seems M too bad that the invitation is not accepted. M tv ? tv H George Uolman is in Portland, Ore. It is need- M less to say that some golf clubs are there also, M and that they are being used in the way they M should be used, and on turf at that. M JC v & M The first of the season's trophies for womon M golfers was played for Wednesday by Mrs. Steiner M and Miss Miller, Mrs. Sturgis, who had drawn M a bye in the semi-finals, having withdrawn. Mrs. H Steiner playing scratch won after, a well contest- M ed game. M For the fair ones who have not seen the prize, H I presume I should describe it. M It is a parasol. It is a peach. Er, the cloth is H some sort of white, soft crumply stuff. There's H oodles of it, two thicknesses, in fact, so no stray H freckles can leak through. Around, the edge Is H nailed, um-m-m, some lace doings, full of pretty H holes like Swiss cheese. Then on top of tho whoie H doo-daddle are sprinkled a fine collection of ding- H bats and things. I guess they are rose leaves. H Anyway they look some scrumptious. Then the H stick and handle are made of nice yellow wood, H the knobby kind, warranted to wear holes in $3.50 H gloves inside of seventeen minutes. The tout H ensemble of the whole, to quote my esteemed H friend, Hinky Dink, is heap katosh, and the clever little lady who won it may well be proud of it. H |
