HONE PLAYS GOLF.

Shannon News, 18 June 1926, Page 2

HONE PLAYS GOLF.

Tenakoe, Mitta Edita! 1 Hullo, Hone, and what have you been doing lately? Tailioa, 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 he say “goff” and some say “gollapli.” Hone don’t know ’pout tat. So you have tried your hand at golf, eh? Yell, te werry funny game. Te werrv small ball, and tot of stick wit te iron foot. I not te member te krub, but my i'rien’ Wirimu, he te heketare. .Wirimu he get. te korero wit me. Hone, lie 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 she say to Wirimu: “Goff again,, eh? You don’t come home pel'ore dark, to tea all’off, and don’t you forget it.” Wirimu say, alright ole'gal, Hone se.e I not get loss in te sandhill/ We go to my frien’ Frank Ropinson place. Frank lie no play goff, he say too silly, he like te football and te horse race. He only look over, te fence and larp. When we get te place Wirimu say tie te rink. You mean “links,” Hone.

Yeb, tat te feller. Wirimu say you my partner and he gif mete stick to smack to werry small' ball. Wiirimu he get te stick, too, and he say tis te tea. By kripe Hone look for te trink and he not see anytink to trink. Wirimu say, no, you old copper face, us where we kick off. You hit te ball right over there and te one get te bail in te hole wit te less hits he win ewery time. I go finst, 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 firsttime Hone miss and make te hole in te ground and nearly lall over. Wirimu get werry angry and say, you pakeru (break) my krub. Hone try again and he go tis time. Hone can’t find te ball! I look apout and find te ball and' Wirimu say, put L back, don’t carry it, you bunker!— Py kripe! he call mete bad name, and Hone get te riri.- lie say tat not te bad name for you Hone. You hit it out for te green jus over there. Ten I werry sorry and break te stick. Wirimu make te bad talk to me and say Hone want te crowbar, and he won’t give Hone any more stick and terra me to find te ball when he 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 he put te ball in and say “six.” Then he hit 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 te gal sit down wit te 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 olriglit, 1 look for te ball—you mind you, own pusiness. Ten Wirimu oome up and get te koraro wit te two and say look out you don’t get te cold sittin’ on te ground. Tat enuph for Hone. Igo home: le goff te werry silly pakeha game for te young pheller and te gal. No good for Hone. P You would enjoy it, Hone, when you learn to play. . No bally fear, too snly—kapai te football every time.—Manawatu Herald.