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Blest eyes that have of thee their fill And look upon thee at their will! Ay, of my own unforced intent, The slave of passion I became. When the portress heard this foursome song, she cried out, 'Alas! Alas! Alas! and tore her clothes and fell down in a swoon; and the Khalif saw on her body the marks of beating with rods and whips, and wondered greatly.
The four-ball foursome Its inferiority to the old-fashioned game The case of the long-handicap man Confusion on the greens The man who drives last The old-fashioned two-ball foursome Against too many foursomes Partners and each other Fitting in their different games The man to oblige The policy of the long-handicap partner How he drove and missed in the good old days On laying your partner a stymie A preliminary consideration of the round Handicapping in foursomes A too delicate reckoning of strokes given and received A good foursome and the excitement thereof A caddie killed and a hole lost A compliment to a golfer.
To my mind the old foursome provided a much more interesting and enjoyable game than its successor, and tended much more to the cultivation of good qualities in a golfer. It seems to me that this new four-ball game is a kind of mongrel mixture.
From reel to schottische and from schottische to reel, foursome and eightsome, they kept him playing, ever asking for more, till the gloaming passed into moonlight and still they were not done.
This first visit was soon followed by others, and then by a foursome dinner at the Carlton, Ralph Fenton being invited to complete the party. Before long Peter was on a pleasant footing of intimacy with the two girls at the flat, though beyond this he did not seek to progress. The explanation was simple enough.
I think it is to be regretted that the old-fashioned foursome, in which the respective partners play together with the same ball, has so completely lost favour of late, and that it has been superseded to a large extent by the four-ball foursome.
Then we'll go to the hotel, talk over the news with the women folks, and this afternoon we'll drag Carter away from his bride, and you and he can play Tom Morris and me a foursome! How does that strike you?" "I cannot play this forenoon," I promptly said. "I must attend to my luggage, shave, write some letters, send telegrams and and do a lot of things." "How about this afternoon?" he asked.
"Not at all. Fancy old Hank and you playing a foursome with Aunt Mary and me for the cider and apples. Why, it would add years of robustness to our waning lives." "No," said the girl decisively. "It isn't feasible."
"Even though his own medal score wasn't better than 115. Mine was a little worse, particularly when I chanced to be off my drive. Yes, might as well be honest. I was the lame duck of the foursome. They usually gave my ball about four strokes. Thought they could do it, anyway. And I accepted." "Uh-huh," says I, grinnin' intelligent I hope.
I do not come to you clean and spotless as a young girl should expect her husband to come to her. Once, playing in a foursome, my ball fell in some long grass. Nobody was near me. We had no caddies, and the others were on the fairway. God knows " His voice shook. "God knows I struggled against the temptation. But I fell.
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