An old caddie, who carried for half century, remarked most decidedly on this subject: "Ay, long eyne, there waz fine players that used tae come the Lord" (he referred to Lord Justice Toglis of Edinburgh). there's a lot ithers that come blousteris that it's " esi seem to be no list the richt kind o° gentlemen; for they rage at ai ower mackie, an' canna keep thei pers ava," go gran' game for trying the temper. they're awa' bowst{a', A niver seed man play a goid game yet that waz a gowffin' bowster.
No but that a said player kens't, an' is prood o't bat he niver blaws about it.
EL so grao' game gow, for Iattin' yo see what's ina man."" I think the perpetual scoring encoursszes the bosstfal spirit, In scoring, one plays against the unknown field—not even an aggregate of human beings, he never thinks of s man at all. But in real golf by holes he is face to face with living antagonist and him slone.
The human element in xolt is brought out by the satisfaction that one feels when an opponent gets into difficulties—be rejoices to see his antagonist's ball buried in a banker, lost in whins, sunk in the driven into any place where its recovery jis difficult. As Allan Robertson once' remarked, when his opponent's ball was in an unplayable position in a backer, Weel, it appeals tae the highest' pints in oer matar tae see orr enemy
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