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This is a humorous essay with accompanying cartoons about the author's golfing experience in Palm Beach, Florida. The piece satirizes: **The Setting**: Palm Beach as a fashionable American resort destination, contrasting its glamorous reputation with the author's actual experiences. **The Main Joke**: The author describes playing golf against Rex Beach (a real writer/adventurer known for Alaska stories), who is so physically large and powerful that he functions as an immovable obstacle on the course—the author must literally play shots around him rather than compete fairly. **Social Commentary**: The essay mocks pretentious nightlife, particularly the "Colony Club," describing its manufactured exoticism (fake starlight, controlled romance, obsequious service) with evident disdain. The detailed critique of casinos' chip-exchange system suggests satirizing gambling's illusions. **The Cartoons**: Illustrate the golfing mishaps and the contrast between fantasy and reality at upscale establishments. The overall tone is satirical social commentary wrapped in a golf anecdote—typical Judge magazine fare mocking wealthy leisure culture.

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