The newcomer who tried to be Liberal usually went home in his Stocking
Feet.
Day by Day the Progressive Element in the Community widened its
Horizon, and the Country Club became a Necessity.
The 9-hole Course was laid out by a Scotch Professional, and every
Locker contained something besides Clubs.
When the Church Bells were ding-donging at 10 A. M. on Sunday, the
former teacher of the Bible Class and the back-sliding Basso of the
Choir would be zig-zagging around the Links, the Stake being a Ball a
Hole.
Elmer's Father became a Demon with the Irons and had his Name engraved on a Consolation Cup.
Simultaneous with the Golf Epidemic, a good many Families that could not afford Kitchen Cabinets began to glide around in red Touring-Cars. Any one smelling the Blue Smoke along Main Street and then looking both ways before dashing across to the Drug Store was compelled to admit that the Jays had awakened from their Long Sleep.
Refined Vawdyville was on tap daily, and the Children of those who were only moderately well-to-do knew all the latest improper Songs.
While the men were changing from Jumpers to Tuxedos, the Sisters had not remained stationary.
The Lap Supper was formally abolished soon after Puff Sleeves went out.
Girls who had been brought up on Parchesi and Muggins would sit around
the Bridge Table all afternoon, trying to cop out some Lace for the new
Party Dress.
An imported Professor taught the Buds how to Tango and Trot.