Word: turf
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Floods came, winds blew and beat upon International Field at Meadowbrook Club, Long Island. Experts prodded the turf, found it saturated, slippery. The first U. S.-England polo match, scheduled for Sept. 5 (TIME, Sept. 5), was put off until Sept...
...mallet. This would be practically impossible; the nose of a polo mallet is not two inches in diameter. The ball is hit with the side of the mallet, preferably just where the handle joins. When it is hit between the goal posts at the end of the field (flat turf, ten times as large as a football field) a goal is scored. The team scoring the most goals wins...
...game was bowls. Expert leadsmen,* and skippers,† oldsters mostly, gathered last week at Franklin Field in Boston. Here teams of four were playing for the U. S. championship, which, after many a ball had glittered over a smooth patch of turf, was awarded to Buffalo. In these championship matches the game was a network of rules and conventions. As in all modern bowling-on-the-green, however, the general procedure was this: the first player, or lead, sent his bowl-the size of an indoor baseball-into one of the rinks marked off on a 40-yard square green...
...courtiers of Confucius, men with bitter yellow faces blackly stitched into acute angles, invented a game. They would stand, fantastically foppish in long sleeves and ivory silk, silent on the shiny green leather of China turf, each holding in his hand a great smooth ball of polished wood. It was a picture in suave bright colors infused with a slow and graceful motion. There would be a swish of light brilliance above the lawn, a brush of spinning wood on grass, a far-away microscopically delicate click as wood touched porcelain. The game was first to pitch balls into...
Clicking smoothly over groomed lawns, globes of lignum vitae or other dark and ponderous fibre, rolled down into India, over the Himalayas, through the hot, level borders of Persia onto the deck of a Spanish boat, over the blue waving turf of the Mediterranean, through Spain to England. Here, half the world away from China, yokels at twilight gathered on a sward, awninged by oak trees, bordered by oak-beamed cottages, breathed hard and bent over to twirl great wooden spheres-bowls, they called them in England...