The Lost Golf Ball.

Free Lance, Volume II, Issue 64, 21 September 1901, Page 14

The Lost Golf Ball.

Heated one dav at the golf links, I was bungling and ill at ease. And mv footsteps faltered sadly Over the gra«sy tees. I know not what I was dreamm^ Nor why I had played so slack, But. I struck one ball such a smacker, Like the sound of a rifle's crack. It flew thioupli the autumn twilight With the speed of a shooting star, And it lay in some cranny or corner. In infinite space afar. It mocked all perplexed players B\ bunker and tee and cop And it hurned away into distance As if it were loth to stop I have sought but I seek it vainly, That one lost ball, so dear, That sped from the stroke of mv gold club. And is lo>»t for ever, I fear It may be mv good little caddie Will find me that ball again It may be that only m dreamland I shall make such a drive again'

A propos of Ping-Pong," the latest craze, an English girl writes, — "PingPong" is no longer a game the appurtenances of which can be called sample. The plain vellum bat, with an unassuming coloured handle, is a thing of the past Now-a-days the handles are ornamented in all manner of ways, some \ ery dainty ones even being of silver or gold, inlaid with jewels. Ribbons are also introduced on the bats — ribbons to match the diess of the player The balls it is not possible to ornament in any wa> othei than bv painting Tins w oek w e expect to see the old stockman ciack fus whip, round up his cattle, and dine them in any direction lie wishes them to go No ordinary difficult will stop him, tor he is still a stiong, able man, quite competent to rope with some of those fnsky follow eis of his w ho ha\ e been over-indulging in Hansaid" cluiing the great debate Masteiton "Times," on the Premiei