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Johnson, Owen, 1878-1952

"Murder in Any Degree"


"Sure! When I get a good drive off the first tee," said Booverman
discouraged, "I mess up all the rest. You'll see."
"Oh, come now," said Pickings, as a matter of form. He played his shot,
which came methodically to the edge of the green.
Booverman took his mashy for the short running-up stroke to the pin,
which seemed so near.
"I suppose I've tried this shot a thousand times," he said savagely.
"Any one else would get a three once in five times--any one but Jonah's
favorite brother."
He swung carelessly, and watched with a tolerant interest the white ball
roll on to the green straight for the flag. All at once Wessels and
Pollock, who were ahead, sprang into the air and began agitating their
hats.
"By George! it's in!" said Pickings. "You've run it down. First hole in
two! Well, what do you think of that?"
Booverman, unconvinced, approached the hole with suspicion, gingerly
removing the pin. At the bottom, sure enough, lay his ball for a
phenomenal two.
"That's the first bit of luck that has ever happened to me," he said
furiously; "absolutely the first time in my whole career.


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