When Mr. Lloyd George speaks in Wales he is usually
on the war-path. Last Saturday at the Criccieth Golf Club he was in his most genial mood and delivered a panegyric on the Royal and Ancient Game unmarred by a single jarring reference to politics or persons. He observed that in many respects, for middle-aged people pursuing a sedentary life like himself, golf was the greatest discovery of the age. Moreover it was the only game where the bad player got more out of it. " The better a man played the less he got out of it, both as regards exercise and enjoyment, for the goo 1 players got worried over the slightest mistake, whereas the poor player made too many mistakes to worry over them, and was bent upon getting all the enjoyment be could out of the game." We are not sure whether all players would endorse this view, but Mr. Lloyd George has not exaggerated the merits of golf as a boon and blessing to the middle-aged. In America as a salubrious distraction from overwork it has proved a godsend to thousands of men who have hitherto been immune to the fascination of pastime.