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A HUMOUR OF THE LINKS.
He drops in dapper dress upon the ground,—White cuffs, and sleeve-links glancing in the sun,
—A demd fine morning!—this at half-past one,—
And with three caddies enters on a round.
He hits the turf; the ball with oblique bound
Flees to the onlookers, who duck and run,
And running fall, and falling yell What fun!
While he calls Fore!—and wonders when 'tis found.
Six balls he loses, breaks three clubs, a cleek,
And, putting, makes an unexpected drive
Which lames a boy and cuts a golfer's cheek,
And so ends round the first at half-past five—
Seven holes in ninety strokes!—I would not seek
To wrong a living man: the man's alive!
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