Judge — October 7, 1922 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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AAR F208 A Rally by Freak Shots THe following should be los by Allan Laird of the Lore 0° the Links committee for two reasons. He was a meni of the club at which it occurred and doubtless remembers. it. Ahoatamuch later date he was a suf- fererat the hands of a golf person named Newton in a finals in the same club though at different. course. Newton over some dozen holes performed. several feats similar to those herein related and finally nosed Laird out on the eighth or jinth extra hole. Laird) should be pre- vailed on to perpetuate that story. The following one, many times told, has never been published: The writer was playing an 18-hole finals in a nd sixteen at the old Columbia Country Club course (on the Brightwood Road), Washington, D. C., about 1907 or 1908. The match with the late Dan kson, a beloved friend, who met his untime h in the Knickerbocke + last. win- ter. Dan was always a. remarkable rcoverer; he had to t s he was a fre- quent. visitor to the rough and to. traps. \lso he never knew when he was licked. At this time we played about an equally rotten game—somewhere near the twelve handicap class, but on this day, Dan was a little off, so that at the fifteenth tee I stood dormie four. The old fifteenth was a mashie hole with the green just invisible behind a macadam road some forty yards short of the pin. Up to the road, say for 100 yards, there was a field of small fir stumps. I laid a mashie shot on the green. Dan a niblick shot) which bobbled nd finally came to rest. dircetly behind small stump some cighteen inches high, close to it and nestling down 1 over was in a cup between two roots. Dan walks up to it, asks me if Iam dormie, which I confirm, glances over and sees my ball some twenty feet from the pin, announces that his shot was a peach, and without even taking a stance whales at it with his niblick held only in his right hand. The ball comes up, ticking the stump in passing, drops on the road, runs for the cup like a scared rabbit and drops in for a bird. (Joe Kirkwood ought to learn this trick shot.) IT make the par three and am still dormie. The sixteenth was a short two shotter, 40 yards with the seventeenth paralleling it on the right. Dan hits out a long slice which runs into the rough on the far side the seventeenth fairway. We find his ball under a bush and he chips it out but still in the rough with all of seventeenth fairway between him = and sixteenth green, From this short rough he holes’ a brassey shot of about 180 yards. I get the regulation par four and am dormie still. Seventeen was a long dog-leg | yards out to a left hand bend 170 yards more to get home. Dan plays this hole perfectly and so do I, the only difference being that his brassey lies dead with mine some a from the pin. Another bird for him and par for me. Tam still dormie. The home hole was 350 yards strongly up hill with a trap about eighty yards short of the pin. Both well off the tee Dan tops his second but bobbles through the trap. My second is on for an four. Dan then proceeds to la yard mashie shot perfectly up, so per- fectly that it drops out of sight at the base of the pin. [miss my three but get another par—all square. I won that match on the twenty-first hole, which was all that saved Dan's life. Probably there are golfers who have lost four successive holes all made in par, but not many of my class or Dan's, or even if so, to such freak shots as here set forth. Dan Jackson was the hero of another marvelous finish on the fourteenth hole of this same course, and this also hap- pened in’ a’ friendly match with me. Playing out of rough with a niblick at the green some seventy-five yards away, he hit the ball with the lip of the club instead of the face. The ball was well on its way to impossible rough beyond the when it struck a wooden telephone post beyond the green (on the carry) caromed off to an iron fence post which it struck head on and shot back with just enough force to drop into the eup for a bird three. If T were a liar I would have <d this hole in on the other story. It i lly happened on the next: preceding hole but it was on a very different date. Also it was a wasted two cushion carom putt, as a four would have won it out.— Jay J. Morrow, Balboa Heights, Canal Zone, Panama. st WHILE. Sull Chloe, maids, strolled in. the park, proudly boasted of her handsome brown lover, saying, “Miss Chloc, whey say I is de beautiful lady in. de city—beautiful olive skin, red cheeks, red ‘lips, straight hair and stylish clothes. Chawley says 1 is Ma! ha! He call me de mos Happy Chloe smiling, replied, “Dat very nice, Miss Sally, but my beau Sam say he love me like his soul, eause T de * nateral lady in de city.” Sally, puzzled, asked Chloe what Sam meant, Chloe slowly and solemnly: said, “Ca’se I’s jes as de good Lawd made me, no need fo° improvement!”