The Clicking of Cuthbert

ERE IMPRISONED FOR "PLAYING OF THE GOWFF ON THE LINKS OF LEITH EVERY SABBATH THE TIME OF THE

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unkindness as the fairway on the dog-leg hole of the second nine was ever seared by my iron. It is the work of a very nearly des

say, because the public likes to feel that a writer of farcical stories is piquantly miserable in his private life, and that, if he turns out anything amusing, he does it

I was having a thoroughly good time. Then I took up golf, and now I can smile through the tears and laugh

ad off a favourite driver: and, with a murmured "Brave fellow! Brave fellow!" recall the story of the clown jesting while his child lay dying at home. That is all. Thank you fo

etter containing the words, "You big stiff, it wasn't Cortez, it was Balboa." This, I believe, is historically accurate. On the other hand, if Cortez was good enough for Keats, he is

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