Word: muirfield
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...dour Scot from Fifeshire where normally he is a carpenter*. No brilliance attends his game but only the grimmest determination. His idiosyncrasies: chalking the face of his wooden clubs with blue chalk, waxing the handle of his irons before the difficult shot. To Cyril Tolley who won it at Muirfield nine years ago again went the championship. He, a links behemoth, has obtained most fame from his prodigious drives. In 1923 at Troon he drove to the green on a 350-yard hole. Last week his drives were still spectacular and, rare for him, he putted and approached with steady...
...club, when it touches the ground, nearly always form that invisible equilateral triangle so exuberantly eulogized in golf textbooks. During the recent European venture of U. S. professional golfers, he has been the direct antithesis of erratic unorthodox Leo Harley Diegel. On the careless hillocks and ridges of Muirfield and Moortown where he had his first taste of European golf, Golfer Smith generally had to forego his orthodox stance. In St. Cloud, however, the land's conformity did not interfere with his form. Furthermore, there was no wind, and the shimmering heat had baked the clay soil so that...
That is almost the whole story of the British Open championship which Hagen won for the fourth time (second in succession) last week in Muirfield, Scotland. Diegel had a chance, but Diegel, as he usually does, blew up. Hagen, cautious as a cat, steady as a locomotive, did not blow up. That is usual too. The British entrants, despite their victory as a Ryder Cup team over the U. S. one week prior, figured scarcely...
There was more wind than usual, even for Muirfield. The hats of spectators flapped off their heads. The golfers leaned against it when they were on the greens. Once it blew a Hagen putt, which had stopped short, the last needed inch. Several Diegel drives, starting too high, were shoved aloft, stopped, dropped as though they had hit an invisible cliff...
Because Diegel had been the most brilliant player in the Ryder Cup matches at Moortown, and because he is something of a golfing freak, the crowds at Muirfield followed him throughout the tournament. His swing is jerky, the face of his club twists sharply at the moment of impact. He lunges at the ball, moves his feet. When he putts, his forearms are parallel to the ground, the shaft perpendicular, the left elbow pointing to the hole, the hands within breathing distance of his stomach in a posture as of prayer. Few tyros try to copy his style, though perhaps...