Word: tees
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Atlanta, Ga. a golfer at the East Lake Country Club's eleventh tee drove a ball 150 yd. into Judge Jesse M. Wood's hip pocket...
After a 73 and 72 on the first two days, Golfer Padgham stored his clubs in the golf-shop. Next morning, ready to leave the tee at 8:15 o'clock, he found the shop still closed. Unperturbed, Golfer Padgham broke in through a window, emerged with his clubs, shot two 71's. watched Scot Jim Adams fail by an inch to hole the putt that would have tied the championship...
...misty morning in 1900 on a Cleveland golf course, a stoop-shouldered man of 60, his bald head shining like a knob of burnished marble, smacked drive after drive off a tee. Seven caddies returned the balls, patted down little sand tees, scurried down the course as the man kept poling out drives like an automaton. Suddenly from another part of the fairway came a shrill cry of warning. Without hesitation the man dropped his club, scampered into a clump of nearby bushes. Few minutes later there came another cry. The man returned, resumed his work...
...Rockefeller's own closed carriage. The strange cries which occasionally sounded over the course came from guards posted to warn Mr. Rockefeller of his wife's approach. That this elaborate deception worked was illustrated a few weeks later when Golfer Rockefeller strolled up to the tee where his wife was preparing to swing, casually remarking: "I think I'll play with you this morning. It looks as if it might be a nice game." Mrs. Rockefeller, amazed at the 160-yd. drive which her husband thereupon shot down the fairway, cooed: "John, I might have known...
...Golfer Rockefeller can indulge in his sport only when feeling particularly spry. (He has not played this year.) Donning earmuffs, he may pat a half dozen balls off the tee of his private course at Ormond Beach, Fla. His only regular exercise consists in puttering around his estate for 30 minutes each day, going for an occasional automobile ride. Yet he still remembers with glee the day he fooled Mrs. Rockefeller, sends Professional Mitchell a wire every year on his birthday. The last one read: "The old friends are best...