John D. Rockefeller, as all the world knows, plays golf. Uncomplimentary photographs of him in his golfing clothes adorn every other issue of most Sunday rotogravure sections, and these photographs have started a very silly idea. They have made people think that his golf is a joke. Whenever an old man is holding up a crowded course, putting from one side of the hole to the other, or standing bent in an interminable stance, one golfer will say to another, "Heavens, don't drive, Marjorie! That must be John D. Rockefeller." Last week Mr....
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