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...study of the game, Palmer is anything but stolid during a round: he mutters imprecations to himself, contorts his face, sometimes drops his club and wanders away in disgust at a botched shot. On the greens, bent into his knock-kneed stance, he tries to sink long putts when many pros would prudently try to lag up to the cup. Says Palmer: "I guess I putt past the pin more than most anybody. I always like to give it a chance. Never up, never in, you know." Says P.G.A. President Harold Sargent: "Palmer is about the boldest player...
Whipping the Woods. Next day Palmer was off form-for Palmer. Frowning and shaking his head, he missed putt after putt, finished the first nine two over par. But he whipped his woods and irons into shape, finished with a respectable 73, one over par. That was good enough for the lead-but only because of an odd penalty to another bright young pro, Dow Finsterwald, 30. Finsterwald, with a 69 for the first round and a 70 for the second, would have been a stroke ahead of Palmer. But after sinking a second-day putt, he started to take...
...course when Venturi finished with a silky 70, giving him a 283 - or five under par - for the tournament. By the time he got to the 1 6th hole Palmer needed one birdie to tie, two to win. On the 16th he had to make a 20-ft. uphill putt for a birdie. He opted to leave the flag in the hole. The putt was true - but overstroked. It hit the flag and ricocheted away...
When he is hot, he can wind up on the tee and belt the ball a country mile. He can putt as if the ball had eyes. But nearly any pro, when he is hot, can do the same. The difference is that this year, sharpshooting Arnold Palmer, 30, has stayed happily heated up almost all the time. Ever since January, when golf pros began chasing a fast fairway dollar eastward from Los Angeles toward the big-time championships of spring and summer, Palmer has been cashing in at a record rate. By last week he had earned...
Nobody who has seen Pull My Daisy by Jack Kerouac [with Beat Poets Allen Ginsberg, Gregory Corso and Peter Orlovsky in the cast] can agree with the distorted impression you have given of it in your Dec. 14 issue. You have completely neglected to mention that Putt My Daisy is an attempt at spontaneous movie making and does not pretend to be anything else. You attempt to compare it to a home movie because the narrator speaks for the characters; yet even your obvious attempt to make Kerouac's prose seem humorous cannot dim its haunting poetic quality...