The world-wide attention aroused by the recent correspondence about Rule 18, by which a player loses the hole if his opponent's ball strikes him, his caddie or his clubs, is already brightening golf. The doctor, who was playing "three more," got "dormy" at the seventeenth with a beautiful quarter brassie backhander, which took the colonel in the lower chest.
But the colonel saved the game on the last green. The doctor (whose caddie's play was beyond all praise) was caught napping, for he failed to avoid a stab to leg (the odd) which just found his putter.
A MODERN IDYLL.
(With acknowledgments to various distinguished writers in this vein.)
To me the robin is a peculiarly attractive bird. It bears itself with a sort of pompous pathos which moves me to a friendly tear and gentle laughter.