The “Why?” in Golf.

Take golf! Why do men leave wives, children, mothers-in-law and mortgages—when the wind howls round the radio aerials and sailors at sea are battening down the bilge for a dirty night—just to pursue a vindictive little ball through wet grass with a bit of bent iron. Why? Otherwise “why?”

Summer yields a less fierce form of pursuits, the most mild and ruminative of which is fishing—either with rod and fly or beer and boat.