Scotch, golf stories date mostly Golf from a time before ladies had be- Critice, come converts to the great game. At any rate, we note in a re oent collection tliere is no sign of any Iminour attending the presence of the fair sex on the links. The stories are exclusively masculine, and extremely limited in range of theme. Bad language, according to our , old colonists, may now be dismissed from the important place it held in bullock driving, but humour in golf must still turn chiefly upon either the caddis or the swear. Thus a young divine, making a. first poor attempt to play, is represented as grinding his teeth and looking wild to say some thing. "Oot wi' it, maister," cries the sym patic caddie, "oot wi' it, for yell never learn if ye dinno.!" On the other hand, an even lower depth of incompetency was summed up by that keen golf-player, the Rev. John McNeill, to whom a kckless friend appealed after a- particularly bad drive," "John, let's say it, just let's say it, and I'll be relieved. "Tuts, man," ' an swered the minister, ruthlessly, "that shot's no worth a curse." There was a St. An drew's caddie of experience who had no opinion of the Prince of Wales, who in golf had "muckle to learn."- 'T. telt tie Prince so," he complained, "but he only laughed. A light heart is very weel for cricket, but it's a solemn business is gowff!" There was another caddie whom Mr A. J. Balfour re cognised ivith a, kindly nod a-s an old club bearer; whereupon the youth remarked to ft less distinguished patron, "You see, sir, we Conservatives a' ken ane anitherl" The Scotch caddie as critic is known and dreaded. "That's a.-good loft, at any rate," remarked a golfer who had managed to send <h:s .ball particularly high, but very short. 