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Show Long Drawn Out. Uncle Jeff, an aged negro driver of Augusta, was piloting several northern north-ern visitors around just after the first golf links had been put in there. Uncle JefT was a little shorc in his knowledge knowl-edge according to St. Andrew, but long on local pride. "How many holes have they," inquired in-quired a visitor, "eighteen?" L'Dcle Jeff pulled tp to make his answer more impressive. "More'n dat, sub," he said, "(ley's got a passel er land and de holes ain't bigger'n a tin can I reckin dey's j got a thousand holes ulready, suh." j |