
“When I get very old and feeble and my joints creak and I begin to find croquet too strenuous a pastime, then I may take up golf.” This was my answer to the first invitation I had to play this game. I felt that to ask me to take up a game suitable only for mollycoddles, as it then seemed to me, was asking too much; I, who had been intensely interested in athletic sports ever since I could remember — baseball, football, row- ing and what not. I can remember how my lip curled with disdain when I saw the red coats and knickerbockers. It was up in Connecticut, a few miles below New Haven, at a summering place called Woodmont, that the above remarks were made, and it was to a young lady that they were addressed. However, I was inveigled into watching the game. We reached the first tee and she made a little mountain of sand about two inches high and asked me to get a ball out of the pocket of the bag. I did it rather awkwardly, as the whole outfit was strange and I wasn’t in (more…)
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