Arizona sun., 1947-08-01

lead. On the tee Lane debated the
advisability of blasting for the gully
or playing it safe. He decided on the
latter, much to Willie Hopper's Wis.
ible disapproval. Willie reluctantly
handed over the requested spoon
and ambled off toward the brink o1
the gully. Lane, hitting first,
stepped to the tee; the murmuring
OF the gallery ceased. He swung and
hit, hard and clean. The ball car.
ried fairly straight as far as the
Northumberland marker and then
hooked sharply downward and to
the left. Two long bounces and il
disappeared into the heavy rough.
Willie, on the other side of the
fairway, groaned as he hurried
across to locate the ball. A member
of the gallery pointed deep in to a
tiny white speck at the base of a
small tree. Willie glanced hurriedly
at the ball, his heart sinking, and
took up his position nearby. It was
bad break and he was puzzled
that the ball had bounded so deeply
into the rough.
Meanwhile, Young's drive, a tre-
mendous clout, had carried the first
fairway and gained momentum as
it hit the downhill roll of the gully,
rolling almost to the very center.
He walked with Lane, the gallery
trailing, down the fairway from the
tee.
Lane went into the rough anC
glanced down at the ball Willie was
guarding. 1t was partly buried, its
markings completely hidden. It was
almost an unplayable lie and Lane
berating himself for the error il
playing safe, had about decided the
best thing to do was to try to cut i
out to the fairway.
Just then someone called: "Here'.
a ball, Lane. Looks like yours!'
Jim Meredith, refereeing the mattel
walked to the second ball. It wa
but few feet in off the fairway
sitting up pretty as you please on ;
small tuft of grass, its marking
clearly visible. Meredith ruled i
was Lanes ball and Lane, with i;
quick glance at the perfect lie, sc
lected his brassie and sent the bal
sailing over the gully and well ontC
the second section Of the fairway.
was a perfect shot and the gallery
gaSped.
AS soon as Lane had hit Youns
walked up to Meredith. "T protes
that ruling" he said. ''How do yo,
know that was the ball Merit hi
from the tee? It could have beer
dropped there. insist on examin
ing that other ball by the tree. Tn
sure it's Merits ball because, from
the tee, I watched it bounce into the
rough toward that tree!" His face
was white and set, his voice shaky
as the import Of his words suddenly
struck him.
That's your privilege" Meredith
answered. He went over to the tree
and lifted the half buried ball
carrying it back to Young. "See,' 81
he said, "it's a Falcon, and you
know the make ball Merit is play
ing" With that he walked off.
Pop Weller, who had seen anc
heard, muttered to the man next t.
him. There goes your ball camel"
And the ball game went. Youne
dubbed his second completely, the
ball missing the top of the gully and
rolling back to rest half way up the
slope. He stood watching the bal
for a few seconds then, his nerve.
breaking slammed the club heavily
into the turf.
Yes, you've guessed it. Lane wor
the match. Best of all, Kay rushed
onto the sixteenth green, where the
match had ended, to congratulate
Lane and-right smack in sight ot
that large audience - threw he1
arms around his neck and kissed
him!
And much to Pop Weller's
delight Young's $4,000 check
bouncedl