The game of golf, as every humorist knows, is conducive to profanity. It is also a terrible strain on veracity, every man being his own umpire.
Four men were playing golf on a course where the hazard on the ninth hole was a deep ravine.
They drove off. Three went into the ravine and one managed to get his ball over. The three who had dropped into the ravine walked up to have a look. Two of them decided not to try to play their balls out and gave up the hole. The third said he would go down and play out his ball. He disappeared into the deep crevasse. Presently his ball came bobbing out and after a time he climbed up.
“How many strokes?” asked one of his opponents.
“Three.”
“But I heard six.”
“Three of them were echoes!”
