Jinx’s Office – Golf Poetry

JINXES OFFICE 

THE 'phone bells are a-ringing; everybody's on the jump, 
As the clacking of the ticker tells the story of the slump ; 
The clerks are dazed and frightened as the market lower sinks, 
For they don't know where the boss is — they have lost all trace of Jinx. 

The manager's exhausted and the office boy's all in. 
The stenographer has fainted in the turmoil and the din ; 
For the market keeps on sagging, as poor lambs are shorn of wool, 
And though at golf Jinx is a bear, on 'Change he is a bull. 

At last they have him spotted and he's dragged in 
from the links. 
And then his frantic manager unfolds the news to Jinx 
Over the 'phone as best he can, in choking voice and sad ; 
And Jinx replies: "Why, goodness me, now isn't that too bad !" 

The boss continues speaking: "Say, just have Miss Blossom call 
Up Lombard Eight-0-Seven-Two and ask for Jimmie Ball, 
And tell him that the brassey which he made me doesn't suit, 
But the driver is a corker and the putter is a beaut." 

A. W. Tillinghast
from Lyrics of the Links, published in 1921

A member of the World Golf Hall of Fame, A.W. Tillinghast did design work on more than 265 golf courses in the early 20th century.

Among his most famous: Winged Foot, Bethpage Black, Baltusrol, Quaker Ridge and the San Francisco Golf Club.

Apparently, he also wrote poetry.