WESTERN HARDWOOD LUMBDR

A Good Thought

I believe Tagore said: "The men who are cursed with the gift of a literal mind are the unfortunate ones who are always so busy fixing their nets that they never go fishing", or something to that effect. Many a time I have been so busy watching my stance, left arm and pivot, I have forgotten that the big idea was to hit the ball. And in many a business concern today a lot of us may be so busy wondering what's going to happen, what somebody else is doing, that we forget to work.-The Needle.

A Memory

So little a thing, that tiny flash of fire, When for a moment like a flower you swayed, Frightening us both and were a shaken maid

Under the urge of half-revealed desire; So little a thing, so little a thing and gone; The brave eyes cleared, you gave a stifed laugh Letting me know there was no cup to quaff, And I went out to walk until the dawn.

So little a thing, so brief a bliss, and yet I shall not find the same lilt iq a song Nor ever win the power to forget By any magic that creation knows: Slave to a memory my whole life long, That you'd forgotten ere the white sun rose.

A. Wilkinson.

-Lupton

Advertising

Bruce Barton says: "You can't advertise today and quit tomorrow. You're not talking to a mass meeting. You're talking to a parade".

Not Through The Nose Anyway

"Young ma4," said the old lady to the junior salesman, "how do you sell your limburger cheese?"

"Sometimes," said the junior salesman thoughtfully, "I often wonder myself."

Grand Advice

If people would whistle more and whine less; hustle rnore and holler less; work more and worry less; boost more and beef less; give more and grab less; business w,quld lre better darn fast.-Galen.Starr Ross.

WHAT IS THIS GOLF'?

Golf is a form of work made expensive enough for a man to enjoy it. It is physical and mental exertion made attractive by the fact that you have to dress for it in a $2fi),000 club house. Golf is what letter carrying, ditch digging, and carpet sweeping would be if these three tasks had to be performed on the same afternoon in short pants and col: ored socks by gouty-looking gentlemen who require a different implement for every mood.

Golf is the simplest loo,king game in the world when you decide to take it up and the toughest looking when you've been at it for ten or twelve years. It is probably the only known game a man can play as long as a quarter of a century and then discover that it was too deep for him in the first place. The game is played on carefully selected grass with little white balls and as many clubs as the player can afford. These balls cost from 75 cents to 25 dollars and it is possible to support a family of ten people (all adults) for five months on the money represented by the balls some golfers lose in a single afternoon.

A golf course has eighteen holes, seventeen of which are unnecessary and put in to make the game harder. A hole is a tin cup in the center of a "green". A ,.gree4" is a small parcel of grass costing about $1.98 a blade and usually tocated between a brook and a couple of. apple trees, or a lot of unfinished excavation. The idea is to get the golf ball from given points into each of the 18 cups in the fewest strokes and the greatest number of words.

The ball must not be thrown, pushed, or carried. It must be propelled by about 9200 worth of curious looHng implements especially designed to provoke the owqrer. Each implement has a specific purpose and ultimately sorne golfers get to lrnow what that purpose is. They are the exceptions. After each hole has been completed the golfer,counts his strokes. Then he subtracts 6 and says ,.Made that one in 5. That's one over par. Shall we play for fifty cents on the next hole, too, Ed?"

After the final or eighteenth hole the golfer adds up his score and stops when he gets to 87. He then has a swim, a pint of gin, sings "Sweet Adeline" with six or eight other liars, and calls it the end of a perfect day.-(Author Unknown.)

Dirty

Sweet Young Thing: "Frank says he worships the very ground f walk on".

Jealous Rival: "Why not. A farm of that size is not to be' scornedt'.