Nobody Ever Swung A Club Too Slowly.

Many Shots Are Spoiled At The Last Instant By Efforts To Add A Few More Yards.

On The Golf Course, A Man May Be The Dogged Victim Of Inexorable Fate, Be Struck Down By An Appalling Stroke Of Tragedy, Become The Hero Of Unbelievable Melodrama, Or The Clown In A Side-splitting Comedy.

The Moment The Average Golfer Attempts To Play From Long Grass Or A Bunker Or From A Difficult Lie Of Any Kind, He Becomes A Digger Instead Of A Swinger.

The Toughest Opponent Of All Is Old Man Par. He's A Patient Soul Who Never Shoots A Birdie And Never Incurs A Bogey. And If You Would Travel The Long Road With Him, You Must Be Patient, Too.

He [the Golfer] Must Have The Courage To Keep Trying In The Face Of Ill Luck Or Disappointment, And Timidity To Appreciate And Appraise The Dangers Of Each Stroke, And To Curb The Desire To Take Chances Beyond Reasonable Hope Of Success.