He calls the fair greens lawns." "Awful old liar when he counts his own score," said Merle.

"I played with him just once." Wilbur grinned again.

He would cheerfully permit this one slander of his friend.
"You certainly can't trust him out of sight in a sand trap," he conceded.

"You'll say, 'How many, Mr.Whipple ?' and he'll say, 'Well, let me see--eight and a short tote--that's it, eight and a tote.' He means that he made eight, or about eight, by lifting it from the rough about ten feet on to the fairway." "Rotten sportsmanship," declared Merle.
"No, no, he's a good sport, all right! He'd expect you to do the same, or tee up a little bit for a mid-iron shot.

He says he won't read the rules, because they're too fine print.