The 120th British Open begins this week at Royal Birkdale in England. With that in mind, we present 10 selections from that most British of authors—and most passionate of golfers—P.G. Wodehouse.
?Golf, like measles, should be caught young, for, if postponed to riper years, the results may be serious.
?In the Middle Ages, a man could devote his whole life to the Crusades, and the public fawned upon him. Why, then, blame the man of today for a zealous attention to the modern equivalent, the Quest of Scratch!
?On every side we see big two-fisted he-men floundering round in three figures, stopping every few minutes to let through little shrimps with knock-knees and hollow cheeks, who are tearing off snappy 74s.
?Golf is the Great Mystery. Like some capricious goddess, it bestows its favours with what would appear to be an almost fat-headed lack of method and discrimination.
?He folded her in his arms, using the interlocking grip.
?I have known cases where marriage improved a man's game, and other cases where it seemed to put him right off his stroke. There seems to be no fixed rule.
?The more competent a player, the smaller the stake that contents him. It is only when you get down into the submerged 10th of the golfing world that you find the big gambling.
I have made a close study of the game since the days of the feather ball, and I am firmly convinced that to refrain entirely from oaths during a round is almost equivalent to giving away three bisques.
?"***!!!***!!!***!!!***!!!" roared Chester, in part.