Word: holing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...pair of dejected grey flannel breeches, went out to the first tee of the Philmont Country Club, Philadelphia, to play against a nattier fellow?one arrayed in checkerboard golf-pantings, ring-streaked stockings like a baseball player's, a panama and an eloquent watch-fob. On the first hole the tall man drove into the woods. He did not swear; only a tyro begins swearing on the first hole. Instead, he took an iron and got out on the fairway. This successful feat appeared somewhat to excite him. He took three putts on the green, and a caddy wrote...
...youth makes no friends in Cambridge, it is stupendously his own fault. I do not say that it is impossible for a Harvard student to go off by himself, dig a hole, lie down in it, and stay there--as he might not be able to do at a small college; I do say that those who affirm Harvard to be undemocratic or to value men for their money are either misinformed or defamatory. I could name plenty of men whom heaps of money did not save from social failure in Harvard College; and even more whom narrow means...
...story, has a pattern; events climb up to a climax, poise for a moment, then climb down again. So it was with the match of Gunn against Jones. The knot in the chain, the plateau of the climb, the scene the reporters were waiting for, came at the 12th hole...
...Clinking their shooting irons, winking covertly at one another, a band of U. S. marauders crossed the Canadian border. At a given signal, the wooded hills and dales of the Lambton Country Club (Toronto, Ont.) rang with shots. Staunch Canadian pars dropped on all sides. In the first nine-hole skirmish of the Dominion open championship, defending Champion Leo Diegel (of Great Neck, L. I.) so ventilated his scorecard that it totaled but 32 shots. A 37 in and he tied the course record, led the field. Brazen-faced Walter Hagen, chin higher than ever, touched off a spoon shot...
...stepped Helen Payson of Portland, Me., a nervy novice; the Conclusion finally rested at the 18th green, 1 up. Along came pouring rain and sure-putting Mrs. H. D. Sterrett of Hutchinson, Kan. The Conclusion wavered before those pitiless putts that streaked for the hole over yards of squashy turf. Near the tenth tee grew a four-leaf clover. It was picked, pensively. Near the 18th cup lay Mrs. Sterrett's ball, only a short span to go for a birdie, a tie, an extra hole. The putt was missed. Then the Griswold trophy was presented to its winner...