A tall golfer, in a white shirt and a pair of dejected grey flannel breeches, went out to the first tee of the Philmont Country Club, Philadelphia, to play against a nattier fellow—one arrayed in checkerboard golf-pantings, ring-streaked stockings like a baseball player's, a panama and an eloquent watch-fob. On the first hole the tall man drove into the woods. He did not swear; only a tyro begins swearing on the first hole. Instead, he took an iron and got out on the fairway. This successful feat...
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