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Man Has An Incurable Habit Of Not Fulfilling The Prophecies Of His Fellow Men.

When That Happens [the Demise Of Golf], Old Men Will Furtively Beckon To Their Sons And, Like Fugitives From The Guillotine Recalling The Elegant Orgies At The Court Of Louis Xv, Will Recite The Glories Of Portmarnock And Merion, Of The Road Hole At St. Andrews, The Sixth At Seminole, The Eighteenth At Pebble Beach. They Will Take Out This Volume From Its Secret Hiding Place And They Will Say: "there Is No Question, Son, That These Were Unholy Places In An Evil Age. Unfortunately, I Had A Whale Of A Time."

I Think It Was Roger Fry Who First Coined What He Took To Be A Final Definition Of A Work Of Art, Whether It Was A Painting, Building, Poem Or Hepplewhite Chair. He Said That The Best Works Of Art Are Finished Products That Preserve 'a Valuable State Of Mind'.

When Television Came Roaring In After The War (world War Ii) They Did A Little School Survey Asking Children Which They Preferred And Why - Television Or Radio. And There Was This 7-year-old Boy Who Said He Preferred Radio "because The Pictures Were Better.

So The British, Of All Ages, Still Walk The Course. On Trips To Florida Or The American Desert, They Still Marvel, Or Shudder, At The Fleets Of Electric Carts Going Off In The Morning Like The First Assault Wave At The Battle Of El Alamein. It Is Unlikely, For Some Time, That A Briton Will Come Across In His Native Land Such A Scorecard As Henry Longhurst Rescued From A California Club And Cherished Till The Day He Died. The Last On Its List Of Local Rules Printed The Firm Warning "a Player On Foot Has No Standing On The Course."