MY FAVORITE STORIES

Age not guaranteed-Some I have told fot 2O years-Some less

The Caddie's Viewpoint

He was a surgeon of national reputation. In matters of life and death he had-won lasting fame by the dexterity of his hand, the precision of his handling of the surgical instruments, the wonderful keenness of sight that backed up his marvelous mind and fingers.

But now he was in no hospital operating room. No white costume shrouded him. No respectful concourse surrounded him. He was clad in knickers and sweater and other habiliments of the golfer, and he stood on the Number One tee at the country club, ready to.staft his Saturday afternoon round of golf, while quite a gathering of waiting golfers and caddies stood waiting their turn.

The hands that could wield the surgeon's knife a hairls breadth in either direction, swung back the driver, there was a clumsy swish-and there was the ball, still untouched, upon its tee.

Again the club came back. Once more it swung. Buck ague had seized the famous surgeon. He missed it three inches this time. Quickly he swung again, and this time the club went into the ground well back of the ball.

And then from the crowd of caddies gathered at the sidelines came a hoarse whisper that everyone about the tee could hear:

"Gee ! How would'ja like t' have a guy like dat woik on ye'?"