HONE PLAYS GOLF.

Manawatu Herald, Volume XLVIII, Issue 3045, 8 June 1926, Page 2

HONE PLAYS GOLF.

Tenakoe, Mitta Edita! Hulloa, Hone, and what have you been doing lately? Taihoa, taihoa! I . terra you: Hone peen playing goff! Do you mean golf—g-o-l-f, Hone? You right, tat te game, only some pakeha toff lie say “goff” and some say “gollaph.” Hone don’t know pout tat. So you have tried your hand at golf, eh? Yeh, te worry funny game. To werry small ball, and lot of stick wit te iron foot. I not te member te krub, but my frien’ Wirimu, lie te heketare. Wirimu lie get te korero wit me. Hone, he say, no good fish to-day, too much bally flood in te river. You come wit me play goff. Werra, Wirimu he get te bag wit all te stick in it and te misses he say to Wirinm: “Goff again eh? You don’t come home pefore dark, to tea all off, and don’t you forget it.” Wirimu say, alright ole gal, Hone see I not get loss in te sandhill. We go to my frien’ Frank Ropinson place. Frank he no play goff, he say too silly, he like te football and to horse race. He only look over te fence and larp. When we get te place Wirimu .•say tis te rink. You mean “links,” Hone. Yell, tat te feller. Wirimu say you my partner and lie gif mete stick to smack to worry small ball. Wirimu he get te stick, too, and lie say tis te tea. Py kripe Hone look for te trink and lie not see anytink to trink. Wirinm say, no, you old copper face, tis where we kick off. You hit te ball right over there and te one get te ball in te hole wit te less hits lie win ewerv time. I go first, you see. Ten Wirimu hit te ball and py kripe! it trawel long way. Ten Hone take te stick, werry heavy at te end. Te first time Hone miss and make te hole in te ground and nearly fall over. Wirimu get werry angry and say, you pakeru (break) my krub. Hone try again and be go tis time. Hone can’t find le ball! I look a pout and find te ball and Wirinm sav, put it back, don’t carry it, you bunker! —Py kripe! be call mete bad name, and Hone get ie riri. He say tat not le bad name for you Hone. (You hit. it out for to green ,jus over there. Ten I werry sorry and break te stick. Wirinm make te bad talk to me and say Hone want le crowbar, and he won’t give Hone any more stick and terra me to find te ball when lie hit. He say you my “caddie” tis time. Hone don’t like tat talk, make me like te dog. Wirimu fool round and talk to himself and try to put te ball in te little hole. Byrne by be put te ball in and say “six.” Then lie bit te ball over te hill and terra me to go to look for it. When Hone go over te hill he see te young pheller and tergal siij down (wit le stick, longshide and te young pheller get red in te face and say, what you doin’ here, you not te member te krub. I say tat’s olright, I look for te ball — you mind you own pusiness. Ten Wirimu come up and get te korero wit te two and say look out you douf tfget. te* cold, siltin’ on te ground. Tat enuph for Hone. I go home. Te goff te werry silly pakeha game for te young pheller and te gal. No good for Hone. You would enjoy it, Hone, when you learn to play. No bally fear, too silly—kapai te football everv time.