Holworthy Hall,
The Luck of the Devil
(1916)
“ My fat neighbor rose precipitately. "That is why," he said, "I never play golf. That is why I hate to think about it or talk about it. The associations are too depressing." "And no wonder!" I said. "But before you go, would you mind satisfying my idle curiosity? You were 'Smith,' of course, were n't you?" He looked at me in lugubrious astonishment, and two more great tears sparkled in his eyes. "Oh, no," he said. "Oh, no, indeed; I have much more cause for depression than that! I was the referee. I'm Jones." ”
