GOLF NOTES.

Shannon News, 23 August 1927, Page 2

GOLF NOTES.

TOMBSTONE ' MATCH. On Saturday a very interesting tombstone match was played on the local course. Unfortunately the few days' heavy rain prior to the match had deadened the greens and fairways and consequently most' players found difficulty in getting near the home hole in their allotted number of strokes. One lady, Miss Sinclair,» however, managed to hole out, and one man, Mr Gagliardi, finished within six inehes of "the hole. Tombstones were of various shapes, sizes and weight, ranging from chips of wood weighing a few ounces to a block of cement somewhere in the vicinity of half a hundredweight. The epitaphs' had evidently been well thought out; and proved that golfers are keen observers of the beautiful metre in poetry and of the delight <& blank verse. We give a few extracts from some that showed great promise of poetical genius. One enthusiast wrote: —

1 am just a little Dunlop ball, Content to lie just where I fall; • My Missus seldom gives me fits, She misses as often as' she hits. While one more mournful still says: — Let the golfers pass above me, And the cattle graze close by; Let the old pigs grunt the secret, And the gobblers make reply, That this little tombstone marks the spot Of a blue-dot's last long lie. And one beAvailing his "language hot" continued with:— - His mid-iron saved him from despair, But the fairway needed some repair; "Give me my putter, boy," said he, "And I" do this blessed hole in three."

Which resulted in an enormous shout . As this valiant hero himself pegged out. Whilst another who looks forward to the golfer's heaven, set this high standard for all true lovers of the game:— Come hoav, ye golfers, bare your head Before this saint Avho here lies dead, And tell this story o'er: She missed, she topped, she sliced, she. pulled, And then although her ardour cooled, Yet never once she swore.

We Avonder! One fierce hitter gave us this:—

No more shall ill-divided Woavs The turf round me annoy, Nor flukev sAvipes that make me roar Shall fill the Doc Avith joy. My greatest virtue here on earth, A satisfactory lie; Is not a th'ug to boast about, When one has come to die. Verily the royal and ancient game has stirred the deeper thoughts of its adherents. We hope to publish a feAV more extracts in the next issue of the "NeAvs."

On Saturday a match will be played against Foxton on the Shannon course. Play to commence as soon as possible after 1 p.m. The Shannon teams are selected as folloAvs: —

Mem. —Jones 1 , MeKenzie, Gagliardi, Johnston, Blackwood, Burgis, Caldwell, BreAver ,H. Stern, Bell, Hume, D. Saxon. Ladies. —Miss Saxon, Miss Sinclair, Mrs Spencer, Mrs Johnston, Mrs Cronquest, Mrs Bell, Miss N. Easton. Anyi of the above players unable to play Avill oblige by notifying the secretary as soon as possible.