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RESUSCITATION 
PODGERS treads the verdant links 
With blithesome steps and gay, 
Humming, as he tramps along, 
Some rhythmic roundelay. 
His heart pulsates with proud delight, 
He scents the breath of fame. 
For sure as fate he's struck a gait, 
And Podg. is on his game. 
Podgers views with pitying eye 
His poor opponent, who 
Sees naught of glamor in the game 
Or beauty in the view; 
Who silently, in morbid mood. 
Doth foozle, fuss and fume, 
And seems to miss ecstatic bliss 
In clouds of mental gloom. 
Podgers plays with airy grace. 
And drives both straight and free; 
His brasseys often reach the green; 
He putts unerringly. 
In fact, he's playing such a game 
That youthful dreams revive, 
And to his joy, the dear old boy 
Gets round in eighty-five. 
Podgers wins out easily: 
"Four up and three to play!" 
Sorrows of the painful past 
Are buried deep today. 
He struts the club triumphantly 
And treats the crowd, you bet, 
And cries "Beware, you boys, for there 
Is life in the old dog yet!" 
W. Hastings Webling, in Lyrics of the Links, published in 1921

Walter Hastings Webling was a Canadian author who has been inducted into the Ontario Golf Hall of Fame.