Last week idlers in Florida beheld what is now known as "a protracted assassination." The weapon: a smooth steel club with a crook in it and a wooden haft. The assassin: a swart, puss-footed gentleman with a debonair smile, immaculate raiment and merciless accuracy of eye and wrist. He dealt his blows delicately, at infrequent intervals, seeming to select moments when he could most bitterly annoy his prey. His prey: a chunky, blond youth with a grim but cheerful smile.
Golf club officials had brought...
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