In a nod to the Olympics currently being held in Brazil, Mrs Daffodil is throwing the spot-light on sport. Golf returned to the Olympic roster this year; last played at the 1904 St Louis Games. This would make an amusing variant.
WATER GOLF IS LATEST FAD OF PLEASURE SEEKERS
Water Golf, the latest fad of pleasure seekers, is played entirely on the water with the aid of a canoe and a floating tee. The tee, which is tied to the canoe, is placed in the water the ball upon it, and then driven over the “fairway” in the direction (if one is fortunate) of the next “hole.” The holes consist of markers that are anchored at specified distances apart. After the drive, the caddy paddles to the point where the ball has stopped, the player puts it on the tee again and makes another drive, and thus the game continues. Retaining one’s balance in the canoe while driving is an extremely difficult feat, the frequent capsizing of these furnishing an amusing feature of the sport.
Popular Mechanics Magazine, Vol. 37, 1922
Mrs Daffodil’s Aide-memoire: How serene and simple the young ladies make the game look! This 1932 article suggests a more industrial flavor to the equipment, which one can make at home from scraps, and a more rough-and-tumble, locker-room atmosphere—”gamey,” is the adjective used—than a lazy drift down the river.
The game was introduced to California resorts in 1929, with the addition of an actual bag for the caddie.
Water Golf has appeared at a California resort and is reported to be popular among tose seeking novelty and a thrill. The holes are represented by rings that float on the surface. The caddy holds the bag as usual, but is also the oarsman to ferry the player around the course in a small boat. Considerable skill is required in making shots and in keeping balance.
Popular Mechanics June 1929: p. 976
Mrs Daffodil invites you to join her on the curiously named “Face-book,” where you will find a feast of fashion hints, fads and fancies, and historical anecdotes
You may read about a sentimental succubus, a vengeful seamstress’s ghost, Victorian mourning gone horribly wrong, and, of course, Mrs Daffodil’s efficient tidying up after a distasteful decapitation in A Spot of Bother: Four Macabre Tales.