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Sand Shy > yet Be OU gotta know the right people to , get along in this cockeyed world —and you gotta get the right guy’s bag if you wanta make any dough in the eaddie racket, That’s why I started to simmer when I got a look at the chump they deal me for the qualifying round at Oceanside. The Oceanside tournament is a pretty snazzy affair and usually a smart guy can make a nice thing out of lugging the carpet-beaters for some drip who happens to get hot, Let a duffer win some dizzy knick-knack he can take home and i why «oe. By EE. Halleran | When a wise golfer takes his cuts with a wise-guy caddie, the sand is sure to fly. ©) brag about and he’ll likely be so pleased with himself that he’ll slip his caddy a ten-spot or so just because he feels so good. I took one gander at the jerk they wish on me and right away I see where I’m working for just plain caddie fees. For one thing this guy don’t look like he’d ever get excited enough to toss his cab- bage around—and anyway he don’t stack up as no parts of a winner. He’s medium tall and kinda skinny with a faraway look on his pan that makes me wish I’m in some other racket. It ain’t the dreamy - COMME OOOKS (E@