Word: shanter
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...prize money in seven months of tournament play, Hogan slipped away for a long rest and a series of golf shorts in Hollywood, before Reno's September Invitational. The other pros, who needed the money, headed for Chicago's brassy Tarn O'Shanter tournaments, which pay out the biggest prize money ($55,300) in golf. Oliver was bound there "to get some more cookies for my two girls and my boy . . . and to get away from Hogan...
Whenever someone mentions money, Golfer Bobby Locke's ears sharpen to a point. Would Locke consider taking a $5,000 guarantee to play in Chicago's Tarn O' Shanter tourney? asked the man from Chicago. Would he! Locke put in a hurry-up telephone call to London, broke his date to play in the British Open. He called South Africa, said he wouldn't be home for a while...
Last week, with the help of a rusty old gooseneck putter, Bobby Locke collected his $5,000 guarantee and $2,000 besides. Other golfers-like Ben Hogan and Jimmy Demaret-refused to indulge in such Tam O' Shanter shenanigans as wearing numbers on their backs, but since there was money in it, Locke was willing. After 72 holes, he was twelve strokes under par and in a first-place tie with Ed ("Porky") Oliver. He went on to beat Oliver in a playoff, and to become the third biggest money winner on this year's pro golf circuit...
...Most were playing in Chicago's raucous, $36,390 Tam O'Shanter tourney, which carries no prestige but is worth $7,000 to the winner, against $600 first-prize money in the British Open. Snead, who tied for 16th at Tam O'Shanter, said that the trip to England to win the British crown last year left him $400 in the hole...
...knew that Charley Trippi starred in the 1943 Rose Bowl game after Frankie Sinkwich was injured. He knew that Hughes succeeded Taft as Chief Justice. He recited from Byron's Maid of Athens, Burns's Tarn o'Shanter and Moore's The Time I've Lost in Wooing. He sang I Surrender, Dear and Dixie, until snippety Oscar Levant gasped: "From now on call me The Pretender." Neither Levant nor John Kieran nor Franklin P. Adams had a lookin. Everyone agreed that he was wonderful...