Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 July 1936 — Page 27

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NY PING 8 niles pot in a golf tournament sno easy thing, but that is what Afshur and I set out to do. Or course, Arthur _ did the actual playing, but my being with him was most helpful. When we arrived at thescountry

very first thing I did was to look after the trophies, to decide which flight I wanted to be in. First, there was the punch-bowl flight; second, the gravy-bowl flight; third, the coffee-pot flight, and up to flights of small pieces of silverware. But when I got to the coffee-pot flight, I stopped right there, for this reason: when we were married, my Aunt Ella gave me six little silver coffee cups, and each year I have intended to buy a coffee pot to ‘match but, due to the depression, I have never felt able to have one, and now, right before my eyes, was one to be had for the mere playing! I could see, though, that Arthur leaned toward the punch-bowl flight, which is completely out of date, or posibly the gravy-bowl flight, which, to my mind, could only be used as a sauce boat. sn = - HAT do you mean by calling “them by such silly names, anyhow?” he demanded. “Haven't you ever heard of a championship flight?” “Certainly,” I replied. “I am merely calling them as they are listed; besides, it is much easier to remember. I don't want to will you to get a coffee pot and have it turn out a pickle dish.” (I have a way, when I want anything very much, of putting my mind on it and willing that I may have it, and you have no idea how 6ften it works.) “Well,” he said, “I'm going to try for that punch-bowl flight, as you call it—provided I don’t hit a tree or something.” “Oh! Are there trees on this course?” : “Certainly there are trees. But ‘look here,” glancing at me suspiciously, “you don’t want me to hit a tree, do you?” “Why, the very idea!” I said. “Well, don't start that willing * stuff,” he growled. “You will give me the jitters and I'll probably land in the tenth flight.” - ” ” ” : A FTER a great deal of talking, the players began what they call qualifying. You have to do it to find out in which flight you are to be, and it lasts two whole days. Arthur started off well—in fact, too well—and I could see that, in spite of my advice, he was determined to get in that punch-bowl flight. I followed him around with a sinking heart, for I knew the only way I could possibly use a punch bowl was fo serve boiled custard, or ‘perhaps ice cream. Then, suddenly, when my spirits had reached their very lowest, I saw a big tree right in front of me, and I willed just a teeny bit that Arthur might afcidentally hit it. And do you know, that is exactly what he did! ; The ball bounced off and landed in the woods.. He had to hit at it

several times before he got it back | dish

on what they call the fairway, but it didn't make so very much difference because the other man waited for him. After dinner that night, we sat on the country-club terrace, and I listened while the men talked about the bad luck they had had during the day. I gathered that all would have shot what they call par, exicept for one thing or another. Arthur's excuse, of course, was the tree, and from the way he looked at

[DAILY SHORT STORY | ~~ Coffee-Pot Flight * ~ ‘II

By Annie Lee Feagle

me, you would have thought I had something to do with his hitting it.

VAL after two days of playing and talking, they were off, and Arthur was in the coffeepot

seemed cross. .

is just like a man. I simply could not concentrate on cards with a silver coffee pot at stake. The first day, he won his match, as he said, in a walk. But that is

what they do—just walk—unles they |

run, but I'll tell you about that later. The second day, he didn’t play at all. The man he was to play with didn’t show up on account of a headache or something, and Arthur

won by just getting up early and|

benig there. The third day, he was in what they call the semi-finals. Now, if you stay in that longy you are sure to get something the last day, either by walking or running for it. What you ran for in Arthur's fligh® was nothing more than a pickle . and I certainly didn’t care for that! Well, he won again, and that brought us up to the finals.

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AFT noon on the day of the finals, I met a boy from home who had been eliminated—you know, golf is a polite game, and that is what they call getting beat. “Old Arthur is going strong” he said. “If he keeps this up, yeu will be carrying home a cup.” “Not a cup,” I said "anxiously. “We don’t need cups. It's the coffee pot that Arthur is playing for.” “Coffee pot! Playing for!” he said, looking at me in a funny way. “Who'd ‘a thought it! Old Arthur a cup hunter!” “He’s no cup hunter,” I said indignantly. “He wouldn't play for a cup. What he really wanted to play for was the punch bowl, but he hit a tree, which was really very fortunate, for when we matried, my Aunt Ella gave me six little silver—" but he never let me finish, just walked off. Well, as luck would have it, Arthur won again, and I was very happy and could hardly wait for the trophies to be presented.

EJ ” 2 HE first one delivered was the pnch bowl.. Every one who had played looked at it longingly—especially Arthur, and for a second I wished that Aunt Ella had given us punch cups and then I could have ‘helped him win it. The next

was the gravy bowl and, to my surprise, it received almost as much applause as the punch bowl. And then—the coffee pot. When Arthur heard all the cheering, he

seemed to feel much better about it. i

He brought it straight to me and said, “Here is. the much-coveteg

coffee pot.” | Then he laughed and|

said, “Well, I guess I gave old Jones a run for his money.” Jones was the man who had been running after Arthur all day long, and all he was to get was that pickle

"WEL 1 said, “I don’t think he really cares about the trophy, anyway—he isn’t married.” “Isn't married!” said Arthur. “What earthly differeqice does that make with a man wanting a trophy? What are you talking about?” “Why—the coffee pot,” I said, and, tucked it under my arm.

THE END

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