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Huge circles were marked off on the fairways where the course's architect had calculated that tee-shots should come to rest. They were concentric circles, the smallest, inner one yielding nine points to the player driving his ball within it; the next largest, eight points; a third, seven points. On the par-5 holes there were systems of circles for second-shots to reach. At the greens, the cup was the bull's-eye and there was a special bonus for holing shots from off the putting surface...
...second hole in the golf course at Roehampton, England, is a bad hole for golfers who do not hit a long ball. On an April day, when the turf is moist and a bright wind is blowing off the tee-flag into your nose, the second hole is not an easy hole at all. Abe Mitchell knows this. Until that hole he had been doing very well in the Roehampton invitation-the first British professional tournament of the year. Rugged and jaunty after a hibernation at St. Albans (where, under the patronage of a wealthy enthusiast, he has been pursuing...
...putting from one side of the hole to the other, or standing bent in an interminable stance, one golfer will say to another, "Heavens, don't drive, Marjorie! That must be John D. Rockefeller." Last week Mr. Rockefeller gave answer to his mockers. He walked out onto a tee of his course at Ormond Beach, Fla., selected a driver, and chatted for a few moments with a lady. Then he stooped, bowed his head, and struck. The white ball flew 156 yards to the green, bounded exuberantly toward the cup. Mr. Rockefeller shouted for joy. He traversed...
Bobby Jollyco, Sally Jollyco, Tee-wee Jollyco (the baby), and Julia (the maid) were all "sold" on Ivory and helped to sell others. All were treated with ingenious ingenuousness as real characters with continuous histories, the copy being so well written that the Jollyco doings read like bits of Dickens or Thackeray, with Ivory Soap mentioned quite casually. The public became so interested that thousands of letters poured in: "Send Bobby Jollyco to boarding school. . . . Have Teewee make mud pies. . . . When can Sally Jollyco go to dancing school...
...tall golfer, in a white shirt and a pair of dejected grey flannel breeches, went out to the first tee of the Philmont Country Club, Philadelphia, to play against a nattier fellow?one arrayed in checkerboard golf-pantings, ring-streaked stockings like a baseball player's, a panama and an eloquent watch-fob. On the first hole the tall man drove into the woods. He did not swear; only a tyro begins swearing on the first hole. Instead, he took an iron and got out on the fairway. This successful feat appeared somewhat to excite him. He took three putts...