In his first practice match in Sydney, Walter Hagen, the American golfer, completed the first nine holes in 35 - three under bogey and one under par.
Three under bogey and one under par! Oh, the urgent envy, the hopelessness intense, Where the nation's captains and men of business are Turning into millions the world's elusive pence. Councillors in council, directors at the Board, Glimpsing 'mid the grave talk that most elusive star; Sighing for the great thing that life will ne'er afford: "Three under bogey and one under par!" Manfully they've striven thro' a Sabbath noon Cursing in the bunkers, foozling on the rough, Till a Sabbath eventide, coming all too soon Saw a nine in fifty-two, seeming fair enough -- Fair enough to talk about, boasting to a friend. Tell all the tale again in the clubhouse bar; Telling of that mashie shot; but, ah, to what vain end? "Three under bogey and one under par!" Giants of the counting house, grave and mighty men, Dream in gaudy offices futile dreams and vain, Moving fate and destiny with one stroke of the pen -- But, oh to move a niblick so as one more stroke to gain! Life's a drab and tasteless thing, power but a myth While still the unattainable taunts them from afar. What a dream for Robinson, for James, or Brown, or Smith: "Three under bogey and one under par!"
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