The Streaker


There was a foursome of ladies about to play a par three, 165 yards long.
Suddenly, out from the trees beside the fairway a streaker ran across 
the open expanse of the fairway. One lady gasped, "I think I know that guy,
isn't that Dick Green?" 

"No"  replied another, squinting to see better, "I think it's just a reflection
of the grass!"