This newsletter has no Presidents report as such. President Roger has sent two emails to members this month summarising the golf situation as it stood prior to today (27th Oct), but owing to a pre-agreed carving up of his hand by a surgeon, typing is out.
Although late in the month, publishing of this newsletter has been held until today so as to include the latest information from the State Government on restrictions to golf.
Captain Harold has also contacted members directly with the sad news that our Trophy Presentation day will not happen this year, partially becasuse we did not play enough events to allow awarding of the trophies and partially due to lack of certainty as to what could be organised.
Due to the vast majority of the Melbourne population complying with the advice to reduce the Corona Virus impact, we are now allowed full legal access to play golf, and after the 8th November to travel to the course regardless of distance.
Yes they are. Captain Harold has just advised that Churchill Park have agreed for us to play there on the 9th of November, the day we were scheduled for Cranbourne. 72 spaces are available between 7:00am and 8:30.
The booking sheet will work as normal and Harold will advice further details as usual including cart availability, if any.
The keep in touch pages on the web site continue to be updated daily with a wide range of items from music to videos, to famous speeches, to book reviews and one film review, to snippets about the world and humour. Member contributions turn up from time to time, but not enough of them to reflect the world of our club.
Every member will have done (or know of) at least one thing of which they could write an few lines to make this a Club site, not just a Webmaster site.
Have you thought of ringing another member for a chat? We show we're a Club much more by personal contact than anything else.
Thanks to the Corona virus we did not play this month
Congratulations and best wishes to our members whose birthday falls in October
6th Robin Miller 83 John Hendrie 73
9th Noel Manning 79
11th Tony Villani 69
15th David Rieger 81
30th Keith Aldrich 75
After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed. The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.
After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had decided to call it a day.
Just then, an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job. The bishop was incredulous."But, you have no arms !"
"No matter," said the man. "Observe !"
And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had finally found a replacement for Quasimodo.
But suddenly, as he rushed forward to strike the bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below.
The stunned bishop rushed down two hundred and ninety five church steps, when he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moment before.
As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked, "Bishop, who was this man ?"
"I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied,
The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame. The first man to approach him said, "Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday. I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty."
The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the spot.
Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.
"What has happened ? Who is this man ?" the first monk asked breathlessly.
"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop, "but