It is a man's game and was played for centuries by men only.

In Scotland, the home of golf, it was not thought nice for women to even go to the links, because of the awful language they were likely to hear." "Then, grandmother, is it not well for ladies to play golf if it keeps men from using 'awful language' to each other ?" "God love you, child! Men will think what they dare not speak." "If we could only have some new men!" sighed Ethel.

"The lover of to-day is just what a girl can pick up; he has no wit and no wisdom and no illusions.

He talks of his muscles and smells of cigarettes--perhaps of whisky"-- and at these words, Judge Rawdon, accompanied by Mr.Fred Mostyn, entered the room.
The introductions slipped over easily, they hardly seemed to be necessary, and the young man took the chair offered as naturally as if he had sat by the hearth all his life.

There was no pause and no embarrassment and no useless polite platitudes; and Ethel's first feeling about her kinsman was one of admiration for the perfect ease and almost instinctive at-homeness with which he took his place.