The cinema has been the downfall of a great many persons and been the cause of many a heartbreak due to ambitions which were never realized. Judge James Garnett is the latest of these victims. The Judge, who is essentially a most intellectual person, has always looked down from his Jovian heights with the utmost scorn on the game of golf; in fact, he has always regarded the royal and ancient pastime patronizingly, indulgently, as the harmless sport of feeble-minded old duffers who have otherwise lost their usefulness in the scheme of life.

This was the Judge's attitude up to a few days ago, when he attended a local movie show where an unusual golf picture was exhibited, and he then became thoughtful and decided that there might be something in it after all. The more he thought the more determined he became to play golf himself. To keep secret the disgraceful depths to which he had sunk, he crept forth at dawn to the links, dragging a hitherto scorned and lowly golfing friend to witness how he could play golf after being shown how by the movies.

Greatly to his surprise, after several healthy swings, the ball was still on the tee; a few more violent lunges resulted in a gain of about ten yards. Everything was not so simple as it seemed after all; in fact, Judge Garnett's card read 15-12-11-18--and then he ceased the struggle.

However, while his ambitions to play like the man in the picture have been temporarily crushed, he now regards golf with a great deal of respect and gives as his reason for not being able to do it just right at first is that his muscles have not yet learned to co-ordinate and function in the proper manner.

The fact that he has discovered an alibi so early in the game is a most hopeful symptom of the Judge's future.