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...finishes. During his first nine, jet planes screamed overhead. From the 8th through the 12th, Palmer slogged his way through a heavy cloudburst, which later forced postponement of the last 18. At the 15th, as he was addressing the ball, a train puffed and tooted past; on the 16th fairway, Palmer was attacked by an angry bee. Despite the distractions, Palmer played almost flawless golf. He birdied the 2nd, 5th, 13th and 14th, and ran up an unbroken string of 16 threes and fours. Then came the Road Hole. A booming drive left Palmer with an easy iron approach...
...ladies' driver in his hands. Everyone around the Latrobe, Pa. Country Club knew Arnie Palmer, the club pro's five-year-old son. Coming up to drive, the women players would chuckle at the kid, then look with dismay toward the drainage ditch that lay 120 yards down the fairway. At that point, Arnie would make a sound business offer: "I'll knock your ball over the ditch for a nickel...
...hard, outsized hands that can crumple a beer can as though it were tissue paper. Like baseball buffs, golf fans dote on the long-ball hitter; they pack six deep behind the tee to gasp in admiration as Powerman Palmer unwinds to send a 280-yd. drive down the fairway. Coldly precise in his study of the game, Palmer is anything but stolid during a round: he mutters imprecations to himself, contorts his face, sometimes drops his club and wanders away in disgust at a botched shot. On the greens, bent into his knock-kneed stance, he tries to sink...
...putt as if the ball had eyes. But nearly any pro, when he is hot, can do the same. The difference is that this year, sharpshooting Arnold Palmer, 30, has stayed happily heated up almost all the time. Ever since January, when golf pros began chasing a fast fairway dollar eastward from Los Angeles toward the big-time championships of spring and summer, Palmer has been cashing in at a record rate. By last week he had earned $24,226, more than any pro ever has this early in the season...
...about as suspenseful as an American League pennant race. At the Augusta National Golf Club the travelers were welcomed by a tanning and smiling Dwight and Mamie Eisenhower, sat down for lunch with the President in the whitebrick, four-pillared Mamie's Cabin near Augusta's tenth fairway. Over lunch the group got down to business. Connecticut's Meade Alcorn was retiring as national chairman (TIME, April 13), Kentucky's Senator Thruston B. Morton had been mentioned to succeed him. Was the President agreeable? Ike. who had hand-picked Morton five weeks earlier, went along with...