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Show Needed Something Stronger. Bishop Potter is an enthusiastic golf player. Some time ago he was on the links at Saranac, accompanied by a caddie who was himself a golfer golf-er of acknowledged skill. The bishop made ready for a mighty drive, and, with one tremendous swing, he topped top-ped the ball. Of course, he was deprived de-prived of the consolation which in such cases serves to soothe the temper tem-per of the layman. All he said was, "Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh ! " It was his way of relieving his feelings. feel-ings. Then he tried again. This time he scooped up some cubic feet of sod, and once more the sibilant but inoffensive and ineffective protest escaped his lips. For the third time the bishop teed his ball, for the third time his driver missed the mark and for the third time he unburdened his oppressed soul as above. The caddie could stand it no longer. "Hang it, man!" he exclaimed, "sh-sh-sh-sh-sh won't send that ball where you want it to go!'WSt Louis Post Dispatch. |