An elderly lady from a remote little town went to one of Philadelphia’s most fashionable suburbs to visit her niece and husband.

Nearby was a very well known golf course.

On the second afternoon of her visit, the elderly lady went for a stroll.

Upon her return, the young niece asked,

“Well, Auntie, did you enjoy yourself?”

“Oh, yes, indeed,” said Auntie, beaming.

“Before I had walked very far,” she continued,

“I came to some beautiful rolling fields. There seemed to be a number of people about, mostly men. Some of them kept shouting at me in a very eccentric manner, but I took no notice. There were four men who followed me for some time, uttering curious excited barking sounds. Naturally, I ignored them, too.”

“Oh, by the way,” she added, as she held out her hands,

“I found a number of these curious little round white balls, so I picked them all up and brought them home hoping you could explain what they’re for.”

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