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Forbidden fruit or not, the Japanese look in motorbikes is a hot new trend in U.S. transportation. They are buzzing all over the place-putt-putting up and down San Francisco's hills, snaking doctor, lawyer and merchant chief through the thromboid Los Angeles freeways, threading Chicago's Loop at rush hour, beating the parking problem on Manhattan's Madison Avenue. In suburbs, they bring home the bacon and buzz off to the neighbors. In hunting country they go camping and trail-riding. On campus they go on dates and even (when it rains) into dormitories. West...
...changed his tactics, switched to a No. 7 iron, and ran the ball up to the pin. At the turn, Lema was one under par, and he picked up another two strokes on the 312-yd. twelfth hole-driving the green from the tee, sinking a 30-ft. putt for an eagle 2. "They've got to come and catch me now," said Tony, whose 68 gave him a two-stroke lead...
...merest formality, the coup de gráce, and then everyone could adjourn to the clubhouse for the popping of the corks. There stood "Champagne Tony" Lema at last week's Cleveland Open, 15 under par, with just a one-foot putt between him and $20,000-and everybody knows that golf pros do not miss one-foot putts. But there was a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip. Ever so casually, Tony stepped up to the ball. Ever so casually, he pushed it right around the hole...
...only good for second place, a stroke off the pace set by a curly-haired Californian named Tommy Jacobs, 29. Only twice all afternoon did Jacobs stray from the fairway; only twice did he fail to reach a green in par figures; and he did not miss a single putt under 12 ft. Jacobs' six-under-par 64 tied for the lowest score ever recorded in a U.S. Open. In all the excitement, who was going to notice Ken Venturi, plodding along in fourth place, six strokes behind...
...still raining by the time the players reached the 18th green. Huddled under an umbrella, Lema watched Souchak line up a 25-ft. birdie putt-and push it 4 ft. past the hole. Tony's approach was 8 ft. from the pin. For nearly a minute he stood motionlessly over the ball, putter poised-and abruptly walked away. "I couldn't bring the club back," he said. "I stood there, looking at that thing, thinking, My God, this is a $20,000 putt-and I just couldn't hit it." Finally, Tony addressed the ball again...