These Are Stories of Papermakers Playing Golf

Off the seventh tee, Joe sliced his shot deep into a wooded ravine He took

his eight iron and clambered down the embankment in search of his lost ball.

After many long minutes of hacking at the underbrush, he spotted something

glistening in the leaves. As he drew nearer, he discovered that it was an

eight iron in the hands of a skeleton!

Joe immediately called out to his friend, "Jack, I've got trouble down here!"

"What's the matter?" Jack asked from the edge of the ravine.

"Bring me my wedge," Joe shouted. "You can't get out of here with

an eight iron.

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The owner of a golf course was confused about

paying an invoice, so he decided to ask his

secretary for some mathematical help. He called

her into his office and said, 'You graduated from

the  University of  Tennessee and I need some help.

If I were to give you $20,000, minus 14%, how

much would you take off?'  She replied:  "Everything but my ear rings!"

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My five-year-old nephew wanted to caddy for my brother's golf game.
"You have to count my strokes," my brother told him.
"How much is six plus nine plus eight?"
"Five," answered the nephew.
"Okay," my brother said, "let's go."

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