Once Over Lightly

SPEAKING OF RED EYES, R. B. of Florida tells about a fellow who had bent his elbow too frequently the night before and was working off the heebie-jeebies on the golf course the next morning. It so happened that the fairway of the sixth hole adjoined the city dump, and as the golfers passed by, a flock of buzzards was circling it in search of food. Gazing at the scavengers with haggard eyes, the sick golfer said to his partner, "I hope those damn birds let me finish this round."