There are very few humorists who have written first-rate humor after they've become elderly.

In such novels as This Side of Paradise and The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald depicts the spirit of the hour which is usually about 4 a.m. His suave young men, always commuting between Princeton and The Plaza in Stutz Bearcats never sat still for long. It was too uncomfortable, with a large flask in the hip pocket.

If I ever make a hole in one, A thrill that I've never known, I won't be believed and I'll have no fun, For I'm sure to be playing alone.

Some golfers blast their ball from traps, With one adroit explosion, But others, out in ten perhaps, Depend upon erosion.

I've suffered from all of the hang-ups known, and none is as bad as the telephone.

They head the list of bad to bet on: But I insist they're worse to get on

This golfer has a wicked slice. And quite a follow-through. That's why his partner, who stood too close, Is on the green in two.