English wit and humor; English wit and humor, Pictorial; Golf -- Humor
One Sunday lately 'e came down wif a frend for an 'ole day's golf.
Chawley Martin, as yusual, was 'is caddie, and I ondertook the
manidgement of the frend. All went well in the morning, excep' that
Mister Glenwistle fell into a sort of dream upon the seventh green and
'ad to be rarsed by Chawley. It may 'ave been Eskimo that 'e spoke to
the boy when 'e'd touched 'im jently on the arm, but it sounded
wuss--much wuss.
'Owever, we comes back at one to the club-'ouse, red umbereller and all,
like _Robbinson Crewso_, and they goes into lunch. Whilst they're still
laying into the grub like winking, I and Chawley Martin, 'aving eaten
our own frugil meal, sit down near the 'club-'ouse and begin to polish
up their clubs. We fell a-talking about the great science of golf,
getting quite 'eated in a little while, and at last Chawley, to
illerstrate 'is own mistakin theery, gets upon 'is 'ind legs. 'E takes
Mister Glenwistle's best driver from 'is bag and shows me what 'e calls
"a full swing, wif every ounce of weight and rist and mussel crammed
into it."
I was afeard 'ow it would be. The length of the club mastered 'im. 'E
'it the onoffending turf a crewel blow, and there was a narsty crack. 'E
sits down beside me wif a garsp, and we looks at Mister Glenwistle's pet
driver wif the 'ead 'arf off.
"What's to be done, 'Enery?" 'e ses, after a sort of sickly pawse.
Fer my part I'd been thinking 'ard, me brain being better than most.
"There's three courses open to you, Chawley, me lad," I ses quietly.
"You can do a guy at once, and not come back--that's one; or you can
tell Mister G. as you've been fooling wif 'is clubs--that's another," I
ses, and waited fer 'is risponse.
"Let's 'ear the third," he ses gloomily.
"Deceat is aborrent to my nachure," I ses. "But you're made diferent,
Chawley. You could make use of 'is absentmindedness and let 'im think as
'e broke it 'isself. 'Old it out to 'im wif a sort of winning smile,
when 'e comes, and say as 'ow you're afrade it will 'ave to be mended
after all. It's a fair sportin' chawnce," I ses.
"'Enery, you're a fair marvel!" 'e ses, after pondering fer a minute.
"I'll try it on," he ses. And so we left it.
I didn't see the meeting between Mister Glenwistle and 'is well-meaning
caddie, becos my klient sent me to get him a ball, but when I came back
I seed as 'ow Chawley was sniffing slightly, and 'is large outstanding
ears was reddened. 'Is manner was coldish like to me, but when the two
'ad drivin, I asked 'im what 'ad 'appened.
"'E just boxed me ears," Chawley ses, "and told me as 'ow 'e'd repport
me if I lied to 'im agen," 'e ses.
Fer once I was reely taken aback.
"I can't make it out, Chawley," I ses. "Where was 'is yusual
absentmindedness? It just shows as 'ow you can't depend on nuthing in
this world! Did you do as I told you, winning smile and all?" I asks
'im.
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