The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1928-03-26

I wrote recently of the magma
ton which enabled a player to con
ceive and execute strokes from dif.
ficult situations. There certainly is
no place on a golf course where the
players flare for originality can
have freer rein than in sand trap.
Once there he has the selection or
any number of means of getting out.
granting, of course, that his ball Is
not lying In a diabolical furrow nor
in an innocent. though equally OBJ
noxious, heel mark.
When a man walks into bunker
he must be in a very unsettled state
of mind. Approaching his ball lying
upon the fairway, he can be reason
ABLY sure that he can see whatever
club or shot the distance and terrain
may demand. But, on the sand, his
situation is vastly different, for there
he must accommodate his ambitious
intentions to the lie he has been
lucky enough to draw.
And rarely, indeed, is he met with
a situation entirely familiar to him,
for the very smallest hump of sand
back of the ball may make impos-
sible, or at any rate too dangerous,
the shot which he had determined
upon as suited to the occasion.
always remember, with much
satisfaction, a shot which l played
at Columbus in the last round of the
open championship. OF course, for
tune smiled on that shot, as she did
upon many more / played during
that last nine holes, but have long
since ceased to expect to do any.
~ nneste
ance from the tickle dame.
It was on the thirteenth hole.
and / had just holed four at the
long twelfth and had been informed
that Joe Turnesa, who was playing
two holes ahead, had taken. six on
that hole, and five to the thirteenth.
Then, for the first time, began to
have some hope of winning, for I
was now only two strokes behind,
and il / could get my four at
thirteen, / would be only stroke
behind with five holes to play.
But the thirteenth was against
the wind that day, and my spoon
second, hit with every intention OF
bringing it in from left to right
into the wind, held straight to the
line and finished in the trap to the
left of the green. The ball was
lying near the left bank, leaving
the full width of the bunker to be
played over. The hole was a
scant 10 or Is feet beyond the
opposite bank. and about six feet
beyond the hole was a terrace,
which would carry the ball far away
down the slope If it should pass
over the top of the rise.
In this situation, an explosive
shot or blast was Of no use, be-
cause the ball. with no backspin,
could not be stopped short Of the
terrace; it was likewise impossible
to chip because my ball lay too far
from the opposite bank of the
bunker; and finally did not dare
try to cut the ball up with lots Of
backspin, because il I took too
much sand, / should leave it still
in the bunker.
do not know what I should
have or could have done, had not
the bank of the bunker been low
and not too precipitous. AS it was,
it was only a little over two feet
high, and sloping. My only chance
Law in a run-up shot, hoping to
take the bank with the proper
speed. I hit the ball with a mashie-
iron, scuttling it across the sand,
and watched it climb the bank.
Luckily, it curled down the slope
and came to rest four feet to the
left of the hole. / got the next
one in and felt vastly relieved
The general tendency, think, is
to overlook the possibilities in a
shot OF that nature. / admit that
it does appear unworkmanlike and
auoateuriSh to run a shot through