The red-faced individuals who know all about golf listened last week while the Western Open Golf championship was being discussed in the soda fountains of their country clubs. Their eyes bulged with impatience, but they listened, for they wanted their own dicta to be final. When the others, at length, perceived their plight and fell silent, these informed ones wiped their mouths with the backs of their hands. Out of the fullness of their knowledge, in voices thickened by many draughts of Seltzer-water and orange juice, they spoke. "That's all right," they said,...
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