12 Sports Aces, January 1943 — page 90: what you’re looking at

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88 I2 SPORTS ACES 28 Dette Bee Deo Or Gre@> Dor Perthee Doc Bee De rBrr Bor Ger Sto Pe Pree Gre G 1B Ge D9 Oe O11 19 Dee Be rQer Dr Oe Sn Ser Peek 1 GH See Gor Der Grr Bs OG re Gor Ber Qe Gers Be Qed Soo ce Bre De HeoOor ae _ all hot and bothered over little things like that it’s a cinch for his caddie to spot the beginnings of a crack-up. Still he won’t fold and when he wins the eleventh to go two up I begin to worry about my ten fish. Suppose the dope should win? On the twelfth there is a niee deep trap jist short of the green, and Rogers’ ap- proach has to carry it to make the car- pet. He studies the shot a long while, toss- ing up a handful of grass to get a line on the light wind. : “Number eight?” I suggest. That ought _ to drop him in the trap all right where he can get himself plenty good and rattled. I’ve got to take steps to protect my in- vestment. He gives me a funny look. “You would- n’t kid me, would you, Rusty?” he asks, some sarcastic. “I’ll take the six.”’. He’s still studying the shot so I haul out the seven and hand it to him. He is so busy figuring the shot that he never no- tices the difference, He sweeps the club head back and forth a few times, his eye on the pin, then he squares off and whacks one. TS a honey, and for a minute I’m afraid it will make the green. However, the seven wasn’t enough club and the ball hits the brink of the trap and roils back down to the bottom. Rogers looks at the club, then he turns to me. “Rusty,” he says, his dirty look a lot dif- ferent from his easy tone, “have you ever heard of assault, battery and mayhem? No? Well, you’d better look ‘em up and be warned. Another trick like that and you'll learn ’em all.” He snatches the niblick and heads for the trap. I keep well out of reach, | ain’t forgot that silly-something disease he has and I ain’t taking any chances on a nut which might get violent. Worse than that I’m afraid he’ll get sore and forget his sand worries. He might accidentally hack one out on the first try if he could just stop thinking about his troubles. . I didn’t need to worry. He takes his usual exercise and pretty soon he is only one up. It beats-all how one little accident © will make a guy so scary—but it's a cinch this clown is that way. It don’t bother him so much as I hoped, though, and he comes back strong to hold ‘his one-up lead through the fifteenth. The sixteenth is a one-shotter and Childera squares the match there by banging in a long putt for a bird. That makes us all even with two to play so I figure now is the time to give my ornery employer the works. I start talking to him as we head for the seventeenth. “You gotta loosen up and ~ slap one here,” I warn him. “Give it a little something extra. It’s a iong hole and you’llneed every inch to stay even — with this siege gun.” “Shut up!” he snaps. “If there’s one thing. I don’t need it’s a kid trying to make me press. Make believe you’re deaf as well as dumb for the rest of the round.” Right then and there I lose all my sense of loyalty. Any man what’li talk like that © to a boy don’t deserve his best help and advice. From here in I figure I’m going to look after my own interests—which same being the ten plunks for five on Mr. Chil- ders. : I give Rogers the needle in the old ap- _ proved caddie style. I stay behind so he’ll have to wait when he’s all ready to make a shot. I rattle the clubs when he goes into his backswing. Twice I pass over a wrong club so he’ll have to come back for another. As we waik toward the green f mention how close Childers is to the pin, hoping maybe Rogers will press trying to get closer, : He’s a tough monkey, though. He takes it all and plays up safe, getting another par for a haif to put plenty of pressure on the final hole. Somebody has to win now or we go into overtime. The home hole is a short par four, but the green is shaped like an elbow with traps all around it. Both drives are long, mashie niblick seconds being the ticket for both players. Childers shoots first and plays it safe for the wide front part of the green, safe but a long way from the bucket, “Here's your chaneo,” I tell Rogers, ‘He ean’t do better than a par now and you can go for the pin and get your bird.” Eomichbooks (6)