Golf, like the measles, should be caught young, for, if postponed to riper years, the results may be serious.

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

Like so many substantial citizens of America, he had married young and kept on marrying, springing from blonde to blonde like the chamois of the Alps leaping from crag to crag.

Has anybody ever seen a dramatic critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.

I've just discovered the secret of golf. You can't play a really hot game unless you're so miserable that you don't worry over your shots. Take the case of a chip shot, for instance. If you're really wretched, you don't care where the ball is going and so you don't raise your head to see. Grief automatically prevents pressing and over-swinging. Look at the top-notchers. Have you ever seen a happy pro?

It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.

I'm bound to say that New York's a topping place to be exiled in. Everybody was awfully good to me, and there seemed to be plenty of things going on, and I'm a wealthy bird, so everything was fine.