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It Rose Slowly Like A Gull Sensing A Reckless Blue Fish To Close To The Surface, And Then It Dived Relentlessly For The Green, Kicked And Stopped Three Feet Short Of The Flag.

Sir Guy Campbell's Classic Account Of The Formation Of The Links, Beginning With Genesis And Moving Step By Step To The Thrilling Arrival Of 'tilth' On The Fingers Of Coastal Land, Suggests That Such Notable Features Of Our Planet As Dinosaurs, The Prairies, The Himalayas, The Seagull, The Female Of The Species Herself, Were Accidental By-products Of The Almighty's Preoccupation With The Creation Of The Old Course At St. Andrews.

Every Sport Pretends To A Literature, But People Don't Believe It Of Any Other Sport But Their Own.

All Presidents Start Out To Run A Crusade But After A Couple Of Years They Find They Are Running Something Less Heroic And Much More Intractable: Namely The Presidency. The People Are Well Cured By Then Of Election Fever, During Which They Think They Are Choosing Moses. In The Third Year, They Look On The Man As A Sinner And A Bumble And Begin To Poke Around For Rumors Of Another Messiah.