As Grantland Rice tells the story, a certain distinguished English actor, whom we may safely call Jones-Brown, plays a persistent but horrible game of golf. During a recent visit to this country the actor in question occasionally visited the links of a well-known country club in Westchester County, near New York.
After an especially miserable showing of inaptness one morning, he flung down his driver in disgust.
"Caddy," he said, addressing the silent youth who stood alongside, "that was awful, wasn't it?"
"Purty bad, sir," stated the boy.
"I freely confess that I am the worst golfer in the world," continued the actor.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that, sir," said the caddy soothingly.
"Did you ever see a worse player than I am?"
"No, sir, I never did," confessed the boy truthfully; "but some of the other boys was tellin' me yistiddy about a gentleman that must be a worse player than you are. They said his name was Jones-Brown."
ALWAYS SAFETY FIRST
"You say that you want some name engraved on this ring," said the jeweller to the bashful young man.