Word: beachful
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Pebble & Cypress. In five years of trying, Jack had never won the Crosby. When he stepped up to the first tee last week, he had not swung a golf club professionally for a month. So on the first tee at Pebble Beach he belted an iron shot 220 yds. straight down the center of the fairway. He hit every green in regulation figures (one stroke for parthrees, two for par-fours, three for parfives), fired a three-under-par 69 that he called "one of the best rounds I have ever shot in this tournament...
...eleventh hole, Jack swung mightily for the pin. The ball missed the pond all right-but wound up instead in a bunker off the green. That cost him a stroke and the tournament lead: one stroke behind Billy Casper, tied with Arnold Palmer. "Pure Fun." Back to Pebble Beach for the last round went Casper, Nicklaus and Palmer, the three top money winners of 1966-and for that matter of all time (total earnings: $1,875,759). Now was Jack's chance to show everybody who was really the world's best golfer. Driving? On the second hole...
...Hutton Davies May is still slender and pridefully erect-but she is far more than merely a remarkably handsome woman. She is heiress to a food fortune of well over $100 million, a celebrated hostess and philanthropist, an avid horticulturist, antiquary, boxing enthusiast and square-dance fancier. In Palm Beach (where she winters), the Adirondacks (where she summers) and Washington, D.C. (where she spends the spring and fall), Mrs. Post is a grande dame of high society. "Everything she touches turns to beauty," says Lady Bird Johnson...
...Mount Vernon Junior College, her alma mater, and C.W. Post College, which occupies one of her former estates in Greenvale, N.Y.). The fraternity boys at C. W. Post, whom she treats to fun-filled weekends at the Shoreham Hotel in Washington, call her "Mumsy." In a book about Palm Beach...
...tide of men's despair in this petty world of fact ("There was a flood in Boston in 835, maybe there will be again."). And all will be in vain forever, gurp, forever ("If it was 835 I wouldn't have to go on the unicycle to Revere Beach, I could drown in my room...