The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-12-11
TODAY'S SPORT PARADE
BY HENRY McLEMORE


 Hollywood, Dec. 11-(UP)-When the final story of golf is written this humble reporter will have 8 definite place in it.
 Not as big a place, perhaps, as Bob Jones, Lawson Little, Walter Hagen, Gene SaraZen or Francis Ouimet, but substantial mention just the same.
 Because I am the only man ever to be beaten at golf by the Aurora BorealiS. And the Aurora Borealis in technicolor, too. It happened at the Lakeside Club here yesterday when, in answer to challenge by the worlds worst dressed golfer to the worlds best dresed golfer, Adolphe Menjou appeared to do battle with me.
 Friends of mine and friends of Menjou had done their best to pre- pare me for the sight of Adobe rigged out for a day on the fair ways, but he is sight that beggars description. When he strode from the locker room and onto the practice putting green he was a combination of a sunrises at the Grand Canyon, sunset over the Painted Desert, and the paint test ing room of Sherwin Williams.
 Birds in nearby shrubbery called to their mates to come and have a look. The Poinsettas outside the dining room windows dropped their heads in shame. The first thing in Menjou's costume that caught = and blinded-the eye-were his cer- ise knickers. They were of tweed, and so fresh from Scotland that heather still bloomed around the knees. His sweaterS-he wears une for each hole on the course = were so soft and luxurious that when he accidentally brushed against a fel- low wearing an ordinary cashmere pullover there was a grating sound.
 The sweaters, while they blended perfectly with the cerise knickers, were of such vivid shades that a quick thinking member hurriedly smoked some glass and made 8 tidy profit selling them to bystanders, who, using the dark glass, gazed at Menjou as one does at an eclipse.
 I wore the golfing costume l normally reserve for Sundays, con- sisting of pair Of corduroy slacks, a sweat shirt only one process away from a cotton gin, pair of smart Army and Navy socks, and pair of half-soled, half -soled shoes. I won the first hole when Menjou ob- viouSly shaken from miStaking me for his caddy, asked me the dis tance and what club I thought he should use of the tee.
 I managed to hang on pretty well and we were all even until we came to the hole whose fairway borders on main Hollywood street and won which sightseeing husses with guides travel in order that tourists may see the movie stars al play.
 Unfortunately just such a bu: stopped as I, after I. after slicine my tee shot near the street emerged from beneath a big bush As my head poled through the bushes the guide, no more than ter feet away, start':d to point out tc lis customers what he had every r-'ascii to believe would prove q movie star. Lakeside being popu- lated principally by actors.
 And there," the guide called "is-"
 Then he saw the rest of me. Had he seen @ water buffalo oi Q ring-tailed gibbon stalking from the weeds he could not have been more surprised or confounded.
 And there"
 He started again but the full sight of me was too much for him.
 "And there-well, ladies and gen. tlemen, there is something I never saw before, either in Hollywood ci