Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-06-19

T We was big and tall and the sun
was hot. He was perspiring
freely and his waist line was
4 wasting away under the hot
Summer sun. But one look at
his face and any observer could tell he
was happy. Not only happy, but BEAM
Suffering fsh hooks. never thought
I could do anything like that. Never
had such q round in my life. Every
putt went where it should 60, and my
iron shots Oh. boy, you should have
seen EN-. Look at those other chaps.
They won't even speak to me. And I
don't blame them. I didn't think I
could do it, either. They knew couldn't
until they saw it. tell you this heat
brings out the sap in the old mans
bones"
The speaker was Mai. Henry Pratt,
Metropolitan Police chief and head of
Washington's finest. He had just fin
tshed one of the weekly rounds of golf,
which constitute about the only diver
sion by way of sport Woodworking
police chief has. And unfortunately
or fortunately. perhAps-he had chosen
one of the warp1est days of early Sum-
mer in which to play. His score was
80 over the diffcult layout of the Wash
ington Golf and Country Club, the first
time he had broken IS. His partners
House Secret Service staff and G. Mel
vim Sharpe, assistant to the president
of the Washington Railway e. Electric
Co. They were not so good. Where the
sun quite apparently aided the chief OF
police to knock out long tee shots and
healthy iron blows, it just wilted them
down. And where he came through
with par. their scores scared well over
par When last seen they were vanish
ing rapidly in the direction of an auto
mobile that was to take them back to
the city, while the genial major pre-
pared for his shower bath on the ban
ner day that he broke IS.
And now Mai. Pratt is looking for
more worlds to conquer. We don't
know whether he knows it or not, but
there is one man on the force who
Salkeld. who used to be q member of
the bootleg posse that laid in wait
nightly at the District line for the gents
who bring in Gavin" in little quart
lars. Salkeld hasn't had much time for
golf since he joined the police force,
but he used to burn UP the old Column
bia course in the days when Columbia
was over on Georgia avenue. On his
days of he sometimes goes down to
East Potomac Park for a game. But
perhaps he never did as well as the
major Henry Pratt will live that game
over for long time to come. He took
as many strokes off his game as he
took pounds of his frame, out there
in the heat Of the sun. He had Z
on the par fourth hole and on
the par seventeenth, too.
Joe D. Laufman, president of the
Town and Country Club, came into the
clubhouse yesterday after IA holes Of
golf.
How did you 60, Joey?" an &C.
quaintance asked.
well, you know, I had IA eagles, 4"
Joe replied. and his auditor sat UP to
listen to this tale.
We'll, no not IA eagles according to
the score card" Kaufman explained,
But when play IA holes in even SIS
have made an angle on every hole. Not
birdie, but an eagle" At last man
about his golf game.
Woman golfers of the Town and
Country Club started play today in a
match play handicap tournament for
which they qualified yesterday. The
pairings for the first match round fol-
low: Mrs. L. B. Schloss vs.. Miss Esther
Sherry; Mrs. Jack Shulman VS.. Miss
Jeahett Goldenberg; Miss Bertha Israel
VS.. Mrs. T. D. Peyser: Mrs. I. Golden
berg VS.. Mrs. Gilbert Hahn. Mrs. Schloss
won the qualifying round with card of
112-32-50. Mrs. Jerome Meyer had
low gross with card of Ito.
Hilda King turned in q card of 141,
which included a courageous perform
ance on the fourth hole. Here she put
her second shot In the ditch, and then
holed out in 20 strokes, putting her ball
back in the water hazard no less than
seven times.
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