Word: prestwick
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Roger Wethered is one of the best amateur golfers in England (British Amateur Champion 1923), and one of the most aristocratic. He is a friend of the Prince of Wales and often plays with him. Last week Roger Wethered got to the finals of the British Amateur at Prestwick, Scotland, and found that he had to play against someone named Perkins. Nothing was known about Perkins except that he was 24 years old and that his initials were T. P. Some people pointed out that Perkins is traditionally a butler's name; others took Mr. Wethered's opponent...
...town of St. Andrews, Scotland, went daft over a youth of 19 whose serious face was just beginning to sprout the mutton-chop whiskers then in fashion. His name was Tom Morris Jr. With his long-necked clubs, lumpy balls and tarn o'shanter, he had gone over to Prestwick on the west coast andi for the third year running, whipped all the golfers in the land for the British Open Championship. They gave him the champion's belt, to keep permanently. The next year they did not bother to hold the tournament...
...championship cup was donated. Tom Morris Jr., his whiskers now fully and handsomely grown, went again to Prestwick and won the first leg on the cup. Scottish golfers were dismayed but cheerful. What could you do against the son and pupil of old Tom Morris, who had himself won four of the first ten championships after they were started...
British Open. A snowy ball hung in the air over the second green of the Prestwick golf links, Scotland. From the sea close by, blew what a Scotsman would call "a bit breeze," an American a "stout wind." Truly hit, the ball never wavered. It dropped on the dry, fast turf, leaped toward the hole, disappeared from the view of the thousands of spectators that jostled in the rough and back of the bunkers. Picking his way from the tee, his mashie still in his hand, J. H. Taylor, five times (1894, '95, 1900, '09, '13) British Open Champion, came...
...among the dunes like a ribbon spattered green and gray-green with the white flecks of bunkers through it, so that they say you can play a ball all the 20 miles from Ayr up to Ardrossan without leaving the fairway. Last week, at Troon, which is hard by Prestwick* and not so far southwest of Glasgow, Britain's golfing women inarched among the dunes for their championship. In their own counties, they were most of them little champions, but among them there was easy-going young Joyce Wethered, who, last year (as in 1922), kept every...