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Show JUST FOLKS j , ' By Edgar A- Quest I THIJ TIME I PLAYED WITH VARDON The tlm- I plad with Vardon, I was surely on my garni:, Thf gallery was greeting every shot With loud acclaim; I was driving rljr h i with Harry, andj was getting hom- in two And every trick that Vardon tried, I showed that I could do. I had the Hrlton worried I eould tell It from his look, For I was doing ee thing he d print- ed in his book Id held him ievel several holes, and I then the crowd began In a fever of excitement to applaud) me to a man, Men were whispering together, "Ed-! die s surely richt todaj He Is Just as good as Vardon' uh, It's great to watch him play' " Then Vardon tried a long one, but his ball just missed the cup. 1 And I dropped my twenty -footer for a birdie and was up' Nip-and tuck out there we battled, and I ventured soon to guess If I could keep It going, I'd make Mr Vardon pretus. lie was very nice about it. but when I'd got home in two I noticed he was lunging like I often used to do. Then he dubbed a shot completely, when I'd played a perfect cle. k. And I whispered to mv caddie: "Vardon "Var-don sometimes takes a peek"' I was just one up on Vardon on the good old eighteenth lee. And a half was all I needed for my greatest victory. I was confident of winning calm and cool about it, too, I wasn't going to falter, for I knew what I could do. I looked the distance over, then I made a perfect stroke But just then the missus shook me, and confound It1 I awoke! |