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Women and Golf, 1914

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In the early 20th Century, for the most part, golf was a men’s game. One famous amateur golfer/writer of the times, Horace Hutchinson, went so far as to assert, “Constitutionally and physically women are unfitted for golf.” 

I recently came across a old golf book, Rhymes of a Duffer (1914), by Philip Q. Loring. Loring apparently was as odds with Hutchinson. At least he was willing to let a woman into the conversation:

So, I have to confess she was quite apropos
When
 the maiden remarked as she started to go;
“Excepting direction and distance, I’d say,
That drive was as good as I’ve seen today.”

 

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Match Play

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This week the PGA is holding a rare match play tournament. Here is my take on match play in four brief lines:

MATCH PLAY

Match play is harsh,
The drama high:
The winner – hello again,
The loser – goodbye.

Leon S White, PhD

 

Just a note: I’m now in my 10th year of writing this Blog. It contains more than 200 posts. If you have time, search around. There is lots that will be of interest to the avid golfer.

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What’s Hot

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I’ve been away from the New England cold. Now I’m back and still focused on temperature.

What’s Hot that Matters

Golf Digest is out with its “hot list,” clubs that will not lag.
A list of drivers, irons and such, the hottest swinging sticks.
But my concern, at 82, is not with the heat of my bag;
It’s my internal heat that needs to remain at 98.6!

Leon S White, PhD

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Ducking for Cover

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Ducking for Cover

The weather has shanked
“Fore” degrees is the call.
I’m ducking for cover;
           Wishing Happy New Year to all.

                                                                  Leon S White, PhD
                                                                     The Golf Poet

Thanks to all of you that have come to Golf Course of Rhymes to read (recite) a golf poem or two. There are now more than 200 Posts underneath this one. I hope you will find some to your liking when next you return. And please do come back.

 

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Speculation

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Now that Tiger has successfully completed a tournament without injury, the golf writers are having a field day (again) speculating about almost every future possibility. That’s fine, but I suspect Tiger’s focus is much narrower.

Speculation

Now that Tiger’s playing again,
Conjecture rules the day.
While Tiger’s thinking (here’s my guess)
Please, just let me play.

Leon S White, PhD

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Narin Golf Club – 1986

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I just looked at the clubhouse pictured on the Narin Golf Club’s website. It is much larger and more extensive than the one I remember from a family golf trip to Scotland in 1986. Then, if I remember correctly, it was just a single room with a long counter and an elderly proprietor to welcome us. This recollection inspired the four lines below. (Many of today’s golfers may find it hard to relate to the word picture I have drawn.)

Narin Golf Club, Scotland – 1986

The old proprietor ‘s greeting
On a windy cloudy day;
Nothing fancy, nothing false,
You couldn’t wait to play.

Leon S White, PhD

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The Agonies of Golfing

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Edgar A Guest, born in England in 1881, worked for the Detroit Free Press for more than 60 years. He was also a popular poet and a golfer. In part, he used his poetry to agonize over his inability to play better golf. In December 1921 Guest published a poem called “Golf Experience” in Golfers Magazine.  Here are a few excerpts.

I’ve golfed throughout another year,
Drifting snows will soon be here,
And now I view with discontent
This season that so soon was spent;
Once more I dubbed the whole year through,
Nor did I make an eighty-two.
……….
I blundered all through early June,
I could not use my trusty spoon,
But hope still stayed–ere summer fell
I knew I should be playing well
……….
August still found me keeping on
With scores unfit to look upon
……….
The same old dub that was am I,
I don’t improve howe’er I try;
Lessons and practice all in vain,
With me the hook or slice remain
But still to hope I fondly cling,
I know I’ll play the game next spring.

Proses can’t compete with poetry when it comes to extolling the agonies of playing the game and the never-ending hope of improvement.

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A Year Without Tiger

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Tiger Woods recently announced that he will return (again) to playing competitive golf. He has not played on the PGA Tour for almost a year. For those of us who have watched Tiger play for many years, this announcement is welcome. Maybe he will regain form and remind us of how great he was years ago.

But, for me, this year of golf with no Tiger was not often compelling.

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Didn’t watch much golf this year
Not a lot to cheer about
Spieth had his moments, Thomas too;
But I missed Tiger -What about you?

Leon S White, PhD

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At the End of Another Golf Season

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Each golf season, at least for me, has begun with hopes and expectations of improvement. By the time a season ends, a keen mind can recall a few instances when improvement was evident. A compassionate mind will overlook other cases where expectations were dashed by inelegant play. 

Yet perfection is the hope of many golfers. For me the idea of “perfect golf” and the true enjoyment of the game are antithetical. I tried to explain this viewpoint in the following poem.

Perfect Golf

If,
in every game all greens were hit
and each was then one putted
would golf as a game
still be the same
its mystery all but gutted?

Errorless play may be the goal
but when you come down to it
to play the best
would end the test
so . . .
would you want to do it?

Leon S White, PhD

 

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With Thanks to Richard Wilber

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Last year I published a book called Opposites in Golf. The 32 poems in the book were all based on the idea of taking a word (in my book the word was related to golf) and then going on a poetic search for its opposite. The idea was originated by the great American poet, Richard Wilber. Wilber passed away a few days ago at age 96. 

One of Wilber’s shortest opposites poem may also be one of his best,

What is the opposite of two?
A lonely me, a lonely you.

 In my book, I also included a two line poem,

What’s the opposite of flub?
To hit it flush with any club.

When I first began to write opposites poems, I sent a few to Mr. Wilber. He wrote back, “Tennis has always been my game …but I see enough golf … to understand you very well, and to know that a number of words like putt and tee are waiting to claim your attention.” And they did and here’s one of them,

What is the opposite of tea?
It’s coffee we would all agree.
But avid golfers might start yelling,
Insisting on a different spelling.

For them,

A tee is wooden; its top is round
To place a golf ball above ground.
Remove the tee and then alas,
A tee’s opposite must be grass.

May Mr. Wilber’s memory be an abiding blessing.

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