When Mark Twain came to Washington to try to get a decent copyright law passed, a representative took him out to Chevy Chase.
Mark Twain refused to play golf himself, but he consented to walk over the course and watch the representative’s strokes. The representative was rather a duffer. Teeing off, he sent clouds of earth flying in all directions. Then, to hide his confusion he said to his guest: “What do you think of our links here, Mr. Clemens?”
“Best I ever tasted,” said Mark Twain, as he wiped the dirt from his lips with his handkerchief.
