Evening star., 1923-12-30
How Bobby Jones Became
Gre latest Genius Of Golf
A MIRACLE ROUND AT BROOK.
LINE-NOT BOBBY,S.
BY O. B. KELLER.

HE year is the same, 1922, but
the setting has moved eastward
to another lovely golf course,
with many, holes that can be
played in drive and a pitch if one
has a good long drive and a good
straight pitch. Brookline, one of the
| prettiese' courses in America, and not
such an easy one, either. IL we are to
judge from the fact that the amateur
record Of II has stood nine years un-
fractured. That Is. 1t stood unfractured
at the beginning Of the twenty-sixth
! amateur golf championship. 1t was
fractured twice in this event, and par
ticularly 1t was fractured the second
time. ,
Mr.. r.. t. Jones, jr., had travelled
east week ahead Of the tournament
to play at the national links Of Amer
lea in the first of the Walker cup in
ternatonal matches, for which a. Brit
fsh team had been organized to meet
our boys. Mr.. Jones does not waste
his time on the Pullman; he is con-
tinuing to be student, although gradu-
ated from the Georgia School of Tech
nology. He planned to enter Harvard
that fall In quest Of an A. b. degree, and
he has some Latin to make up. Char
acteristically. he plugs away at the ora
tlons of Cicero against one Cataline !;
once in a while no looks up from his
work and reads aloud a special bit of
beratement or q sentence expressive Of
lofty aim in the speaker.
This chap Cicero didn't exactly hate
himself" was Bobby's conclusion, how
ever-a- conclusion concurred in by
good many commentators Of more eX-
perience than Bobby.
Betimes. those two days on the train,
we talked about things utterly discon-
nected with golf, Bobby's conversa-
that trend. We struggled hopelessly
with the Einstein theory Of relativity
and got as far as the time line as a
conceivable fourth dimension. We got
to talking about the extreme distance
or CaLopus rrom the earth, and l was
astonished to find that Bobby had
pretty adequate grounding In astron-
omy, If the paradox be permitted.
The Real Bobby Speaks.
Once he said something that SEEM
ed to me an index to the real Bobby
Jones.
1.-The thing that worries me about
this life" said Bobby. is that there
is so little time for fellow to learn
all the things he wants to know"
I think that was the real Bobby
Jones speaking there-not the mar
FelOuS 8OlHnS machine 1uOllSeQ Dy
the galleries and acclaimed by the
writer's. Somehow I can't think of
any other twentyyear-old youngster
of my acquaintance-he was twenty,
then-whom I should expect to say
such a thing. Especially a young
chap who had been accorded a vast
deal OF celebrity.
Grating with Cicero. then. Bobby
Jones proceeded eastward to New
York and Southampton. and at the
latter place contributed valiantly to
the American winning of the Walker
cup. At the same time he grew i'm
mensely popular with the British Wis
itors. So that after hts defeat of
Roger Wethered in a great match in
the singles, they all piled up to his
room at the club and begged him for
this club and that, of the most per-
feet set (they averred) they ever had
seen.
mo wonder you can play golf with
clubs like those. Bobby" chorused
TolIey and the tall Wethered and the
stocky Johnny Caven and the others.
Bobby, laughing like a kid he was,
promised a duplicates of a No. 2 iron
to this one. a pitching-iron to that
one, a driving-iron to the other.
When he got home he had them made
up and sent. too.
So we came to Brookline by private