THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND,'." SEPTEMBER 26, 1909.
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COPYRIGHT. 1909, BY THK NEW YORK HBRALD CO.)
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1. Fatigued with fishing;. Papa Blythe,
Forsaking reel and rod,
Now spends his time on mountain links
In digging up the sod.
No fishing fables flourish here,
Though every golfer tries
To beat his brother duffer's tales
Of other kinds of "lies.
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2. A tournament is under way,
And papa, even up
With Rolf, of Yale, nas meagre chance
To win a silver cup;
With handicap of twenty-two
(The freshman playing scratch
He prays the gods to furnish luck
And help him win the match.
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3. The gods don't seem to seek the job,
For slashing Mr. Rolf
With every stroke confirms he if
A conjurer at golf;
Though papa does his level best
His chances fade away.
And near the end he finds himselt
Two down and three to play.
4. Now, with the gallery strolls a maid
Not introduced as yet ;
'Tis Cynthianna's dearest friend
And cousin. Esterette;
Just seventeen, she holds the hearts
Of every youth in reach,
And answers their descriptions of
"That fascinating peach."
Observing papa's sadsome ptight
She brews a winning smile,
And asks young Rolf if she might be
His caddy for a while :
He blushed and stammered, "Why.of course
I'll be most charmed, indeed."
Then handing her his clubs he lets
The tournament proceed,
6. When Rolf teed up, to catch his eye
She managed to contrive, '
And he in panic only swings
To top and hook his drive.
His feelings she, with cheering words.
Endeavors to console,
And even shows the signs of tears
When papa wins the hole.
7. Through traps and bunkers by his side
She's faithful through it all.
The more she smiles and talks to him
The more he tops his ballv
Then standing on the eighteenth green,
With nerve and courage spent,
He watches papa make a twelve
And win the tournament.
8. When papa found he'd won a cup
He swelled about with pride,
And Cynthianna whispered to
Her mamma on the side: -"That
papa owns that lovely cup
Is owing, I surmise.
Much less to papa's game of golf
Than cousin Ester's eyes."
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