Ogden Standard-Examiner | 1922-02-02 | Page 5 | Just Folks

4 , JUST FOLKS Bj EDGAR A. GUEST. e Till GOTJ I KS HOPE. I haven't done much- with the wood. My puller is faulty and weak, For years I have hoped to be good; The ways of the .skillful I seek. But always my golf I deplore, It stays In Its commonplace groove. But tho future I face as before Next summer I ought to Improve. I've thought It with each coming year, I know all my faults to a T: I know why my driving Is queer. And Just what's the matter w ith me. I know how to putt but I don't, I know that my head shouldn t move Henceforth and forever It won't Next summer I ought to Improve My stylo. I am told. Is O. K., I've a finish superb to my drive, There's no doubt I know how to play. Yet I'm lucky to sink for a five-But five-But I've all the Instructions down pat On the use of the Iron and th wood, I've been always a dub but. at that. Next summer I ought to be good. Now the links art? dep hidden in snow And my clubs fn the corner remain. But in fancy each evening I go To play through the course once I. again, And I mentally study my style And R'.i through the shots I can play Then I say to myself with a smile: Next summer. I'll show 'em the way. ! (Copyright 1922 Edgar A. Guest) oo