Word: holing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...more than six decades the little (pop. 791) Iowa town of West Branch has listened to old Newt Butler tell the same story-how he licked Herbie Hoover in a scrap at the swimming hole. Last week, as ex-President Herbert Clark Hoover returned to West Branch to celebrate his 74th birthday, Newt reminded his old schoolmate of the bout. Hoover just grinned...
...three ahead of the field. In second place was good-natured Ed ("Porky") Oliver, of Seattle, who is heavy on the hoof but steady on the fairway. In the final round, Porky overtook Hogan and at one point was two strokes ahead; then he dropped back. On the last hole, Hogan needed to sink a 20-ft. putt to salt down the $2,500 first prize. But his putt curled away from...
Next day in the playoff, Hogan played like the champion he is. Crisp and determined, he was over par on only one hole, had nothing but 43 and 35 on his card. His 64 for the round was a sensational eight under par, and two strokes under the Brookfield record. Porky Oliver, with a lackluster 73, suffered the worst play-off drubbing since Bobby Jones trimmed Al Espinosa by 23 strokes in a 36-hole playoff in the 1929 National Open. Oliver joined the Hogan rooters, cheerfully shouted "Get in!" at Hogan's putts. They did, and Hogan became...
...that he is ready to do so when he brushes the letter of the law aside and sympathetically permits a Portuguese captain to communicate with "the enemy" (the captain's beloved daughter, who lives in Germany). But it is Scobie's own wife, Louise, who gnaws the hole that is destined to grow into "an enormous breach [in] ... his integrity." Fever-racked, miserable Louise knows too well that though her husband may once have loved her, he feels nothing for her now but pity. And since "it had always been his responsibility to maintain happiness in those...
...last hole of the tourney, he flubbed a shot from a bunker-just like a Sunday duffer. But on the next try, the ball hopped out like a trained rabbit, five feet from the pin. He canned the putt for a score of 284, enough to win his third British Open and the cheers of 10,000 spectators. The first prize was worth only $600 in cash, but a hundred times that in prestige. As a shot in the arm for British sport lovers, the value of his victory was beyond reckoning...