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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Sirs: In several recent issues you have given accounts of people struck by lightning on the golf course or other places in the open [TIME, Aug. 15, 22]. Are there records of automobiles ever having been struck by lightning, and does the movement of the car affect its chances of being hit? What danger would there be to the occupants? I think the answer to this question might be of general interest...
...Francisco-he used to have a polo team, rated at 19 goals, which won the Far Eastern title.* Besides enjoying the right to speak (but not vote) in Congress, to be entertained by Washington's lion-hunting matrons, Commissioner Elizalde will be able to enjoy better golf and tennis at Washington's country clubs than he could at Manila...
Last spring when U. S. golf fans read about two Australians-a plumber and a bookmaker-challenging one another to a ?20 golf match along the roads from Sydney to Melbourne (600 miles), 4,000,000 eyebrows were raised at such antipodean antics. Two months ago, however, a Chicago stockbroker named James Smith Ferebee played 144 holes of golf in one day to win the other half of a Virginia plantation he owned with his partner Fred Tuerk, a fellow-broker. U.S. golf addicts had to admit that there were strange golfers...
What Broker Ferebee started was a nationwide golf-marathon craze-173 holes, 196 holes, 231 holes, 235 holes, posted almost daily by husky young caddies, schoolboys and even a Chicago housewife out to prove that 144 holes from dawn to dusk was nothing extraordinary. When a Northwestern University freshman played 301 holes, putt-putting around on a scooter bike, J. Smith Ferebee, nettled by such theft of his thunder, announced that he was embarking on a golf marathon to end all golf marathons: 600 holes in four days-a minimum of 72 holes in each of eight different cities...
...Country Club at 10:30 one evening, under the eerie glare of magnesium flares, Golfer Ferebee completed his two-a-day transcontinental jaunt. For four days, while the majority of U. S. golfers stuck to their radios and stockbrokers stuck to their tickers, Broker Ferebee had stuck to his golf ball-in Los Angeles and Phoenix, Kansas City and St. Louis, Milwaukee and Chicago, Philadelphia and New York. He had traveled 3,000 miles by plane, had tramped 155 miles on foot, had taken 2,860 strokes on 600 holes, had worn out two dozen pair of gloves...