By Phil Taylor
Published Dec 20, 1959, Seattle Post-Intelligencer
How many names in golf do you recognize?
Don’t look now, but it’s Christmas time,
And a chance to greet the gang in rhyme;
To say hello to friend and pal,
To every golfing guy and gal.
Our best this day to the Publinks knight,
He wears a crown, does Billy Wright;
To the Fioritos, king-size clan,
To Harry Givan and Barkley, Dan.
Ruthie Jessen, her praises sing,
George Butterfield and R.C. King;
Pat Lesser, Miss Gunderson, too,
Ray Honsberger and Power, Lew.
Jack Ryan and A.M. Lee,
Vince Cazzetta (a golfer, he?);
John Hoetmer and Aliment, Joe,
Howie Odell and Bill Prochnau.
Charlie Reed, don’t need a gun,
Gene Counter, from the tee, a ton;
The Bennetts and Jonsons, under par,
Dick Haskell and Con Farrar.
John Severson and Tachell, Bob,
Jim Mallory and Marty Raab;
Johnny Thompson from Huskyville,
Charlie Mortimer and Derickson, Bill.
Joe Gottstein and Ed Pearsall,
Jake Werschkul and that ain’t all;
George Puetz and Thomas Page,
Johnny Griece, the golfing sage.
Annie Quast, and wouldn’t you know,
Steve Wertheimer and Lester Moe;
Loyd Nelson and Art Scarpello,
Caso, Maud and Caso, Nello.
Ewald Lindloff, lean and tall,
Jimmy Shriver, Johanson, Paul;
Golfers everywhere in town,
Don Taylor and Doctor Brown.
Hayden Shaner, bass and tall,
Don Dumpere and Pishue, Paul;
Bud Campbell and Don Page,
Naomi signs the current rage.
Mike Napoli, McCullough, Tim,
Ken Storey, a Bourne named Jim;
For Charlie Congdon, three big cheers,
For Cliff Warling and Billy Sears,
Raise your cup and drink a toast,
To Eddie Swanson and Richard Yost;
Rudy Mason and Endicott, Jerry,
To Georgie Skarich, Christmas, merry.
Bill Zongker and have a look,
Here’s Al Jones and Raymond Koch;
George Howard, round and jolly,
For Bill O’Brien, a sprig of holly.
Jack Walters and southpaw stick,
Kermit Rosen and Hendrickson, Dick;
Les Brainard, ear-muffs, please,
Kermit Zarley and Donnie Bies.
Ockie Eliason, Dom Vendetti,
Tommy Ellez and H. Umbinetti;
Ed O’Brien, Chieftain A.D.,
Joe Newberger, a gentleman, he.
Bob Houbregs, hook shots still,
Al Niemiec and Nollan, Bill;
Bob Littler and clothes to wear,
Gordy Richards and Jerry Fehr.
Billy Warner and Harris, Dell,
For Andy Nagy give a yell;
Tall Jim Owens, a golfer, too,
The Nordstrom duo follows through.
Kenny Tucker from Everett way,
Erv Parent and Sweeney, Ray;
Clarence Smith and Tyson, Ken,
The Colagrossis, Mike and Len.
Tom Everham, can’t forget him,
Tom Boucher, the North named Jim;
John Livingston, the Tindalls, two,
Wyatt Howard and Donald Due.
Among the things to do, we should,
Say a word for Johnny Wood;
For George Briggs and Irving Chelin,
For Eddie Green we’ll do some yellin’.
For Hans Turner, a golfing pal,
Paul Coyne and Leader, Al;
The verse just wouldn’t be so hot,
If Gordy Swanson we forgot.
The rhyme keeps going on and on,
For Bill Conroy and Foley, John;
For Berne Jacobsen… and now,
Time John Rudy took a bow.
Bob Ihlanfeldt and Kelly, Bill,
Bud Usher, we can’t stop until—
We say hello to Hogan, Stan,
Another lefty, Morgan, Dan.
Let’s call a halt, finis, the end,
As Cowboy Smith comes round the bend;
We’re running out of space to fill,
MERRY CHRISTMAS—from Taylor, Phil.