Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-08-28
COIRSES! THAT BALA GOLF COURSE
IT'S STYMIES AND PSYCHOLOGY.
Wan-faced Individuals, Alias Golfers Tramp Over One
Large-sized Puzzle in Effort to Make Respectable
Score-Mike Corinzio Goes to War, Yes?

With the appearance of rosy-cheeked
Eros, son Of dawn. about that time this
morning began the final day of the invi-
tation tournament of the Bala Golf Club,
and far the difficult course has sue
cessfully baked all efforts OF the players
to hang up an ultra-low score.
Two scores of so copped the medal and
so has been good enough to win any
match. The more the golfers see OF the
course the harder it seems to get.
Familiarity does not breed contempt, by
long shot In this case. In fact, the
Bala course seems to have got the
bearded goats of not a few.
1t is interesting to watch the differences
in the expressions of the golfers as they
tee up now, as compared with the open
ing session on Wednesday. Optimism,
cocksureness and the betting spirit shone
forth In every beam of f'thelr early autumn
smiles on the first day, But all is not as
it was at the start ofthatpeaceful day.
Haunted looks of fear. bloodshot eyes
and panied surprise are now the rule at
the starting barrier. Hopeless pessimism
has taken the place OF the eager JOY OF
battle.
Instead Of airily waving their caddies
to a spot some 800 yards from the tee,
the players now post their boys in the
drags. the pits, the nets. They say an
uncanny spirit overlooked the placing of
the hazards
II the ball goes a-visiting the least bit
out of the alley, II Is found cuddled In
some tangled moss or distance-defying
sand. There is too much down" and not
enough up the players say. They are
getting afraid to hit the ball out of
reach. Even II they hit 1t perfectly
straight. the psychology of the game,
which is lately numbing their nerves
more and more, twists the flights and
heaves the ball, nilly-willy. OFF the course
Psychology and stymies are In the same
class, they say. and should be abolished
from the game, especially the former at
Bala.
Mike Corinzio was plaything Of for
tune in his youth But when he reached
the age where he had to tuck his beard
In his collar as he worked, he decided to
settle down. so he came to this country
and became a perfectly good citizen.
After many vicissitudes. Mike finally
found his calling as a bunker-builder at
the Bon Air golf course.
One day recently Mike had a bright idea
and decided to so over and hght for his
mother country in the Italian army. SO
he forthwith sailed for bomb-besieged
territory. Mike had some fiighty ideas.
so he was elected skipper OF an aeroplane.
Thinking to put something over on the
Austrians, Mike slipped of alone on his
maiden voyage and was lowering In the
clouds over Trieste, when he heard
mean flumming sound. He leaned over
the edge and what was his horror to see
a bomb hurting straight for his machine.
Mike threw on the brakes, and, by beau
tlful maneuvering. dropped just under the
bomb so that II rolled across the roof
and fell harmlessly into space.
81 go home" thought Mike, as he
turned and headed for camp. He turned
too quickly however, and fell from the
machine. Down through endless space
ne fell, but In leaving the machine he had
oueered Il and II fell likewise. Fifty feet
from the ground II caught up 10 Mike.
and. hurting himself into the drivers
seat he just managed to right the aero
plane and scud merrily on high before II
hit the ground.
But mis- troubles were not yet Ger.
Again he heard the murderouB hum Of a
bomb. and this time he was not quick
enough. With a crash It splintered the
planking by his ear. Like shot Mike
hit the ground.
Jaw. whatta come off?" was his as
tonished cry as he picked himself on
tho floor and looked at the bed from
which he had just fallen. Then he looked
out the window to see what had hit
the little workman shack where he
lived.
Nearby playing the 18th hole at Bon
Air early In the morning were two
golfers Evidently they had sliced their
drives as usual against the shack These
were the bombs Mike heard
Las night. too mucha olif, spaghetti"
sighed Mike and, TO avoid more night
mare. he hastily dressed.
Several sood players found themselves
IN the fourth Is In the Bala tournament
and, as a consequences. there were plenty
OF spicy matches IN this flight yesterday.
J. =. MaeBeGn Jr, the youthful York
Road player, got an early start and had
Frank MeAdams guessing for a time.
But McAdams turned the tables when ne
beean 70 have good run OF wooden
shots
The match was anybody's 10 the end.
MoAdams pulled himself out OF a hole on
the 18th hole when he shot the most sem
sational ball Of the tournament II Il
short pitch. But AeAdams knew better
way, for he plays Al Baia every day. So
he whaled ball which would have gone