The 10th hole at Dunwoodie Golf Course in Yonkers will never be the same. John Bevacqua died Friday at the age of 89.

Anybody who knew him was in tears yesterday. For nearly 20 years, the little old man with the cigar – known by some as the Mayor of Dunwoodie – was the starter at the 10th tee, entertaining foursomes with his warm smile and his unique sense of humor.

“Lots of people who knew him are feeling it today,” said Tino Morreale, Dunwoodie’s assistant general manager. “He was such a nice man.”

A former milkman from Mount Vernon who loved reading The Post, talking golf and Yonkers Raceway, Bevacqua was a character. If you were having a bad front nine, he had you laughing on the back nine.

Outside the starter’s shack he would put an old pair of sneakers on the par-3 10th tee and offered them as a prize to anyone who made a hole-in-one.

Like George Burns, he always had the White Owl cigar and a joke.

“I was smoking quarter cigars during the Depression,” he once said. “Yeah, after people smoked the other three-quarters.”

“You like your spaghetti al dente?” he once said. “Put Viagara in the water while boiling it.”

On days he wasn’t working, Bevacqua would hang out at the first tee or stroll the woods on the front nine, looking for old golf balls. He never kept the balls; he always gave them away to friends as they made the turn.

“You want to fix your slice?” Bevacqua would ask. “I’ve got a ball that you can’t slice.”

Where is it, John?

“I don’t know, I hooked it into the woods two weeks ago and I couldn’t find it.”

In recent years, Bevacqua would work only on Mondays and Tuesdays, often staying for hours after his shift was over. Around 6 or so, he would head over to Yonkers and work the trotters. Dollar bets, he always insisted.

About three weeks ago, Bevacqua went into Lawrence Hospital in Bronxville. Doctors performed some exploratory surgery and found cancer. That very night, visitors found him sitting up in bed, cracking jokes.

Memorial services will be held today from 2-4 and 7-9 at Cuccia Funeral Home in Yonkers. He’ll be buried tomorrow after a funeral service at St. Bart’s Church.

John always made us laugh. Now he made us cry.