RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CIII, Issue 30568, 10 October 1964, Page 42

RANDOM REMINDER

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Golf is too serious- a pursuit to breed anything but decorum, at least among those who have played it long enough to regard themselves as golfers. And it has been a particularly grave affair these last few weeks, when Christchurch clubs have been holding their championships, even in the junior and intermediate grades, are solemn affairs. People have even been known to take a week off work to prepare for a final. But at one of the Christchurch clubs, events took a strange turn recently. The semi-final stages were Reached in all three grades, and one of the intermediate finalists, called Cyril, sought out the other winner, Dave, a man he did not know well, but the one he was to play a week later. In the best traditions of British Sportsmanship, they shook hands and expressed the hope that they would have a good game. They were

sufficiently honest not to add that bit about the best man winning. The day of the finals dawned brilliantly. Most of the finalists, apparently, were there to see it They were just knocking a casual ball or two about to loosen up. Cyril and Dave were due off at 9.15, the junior finalists five minutes later. Cyril, returning from his swift run through his modest repetoire, was somewhat surprised to see Dave driving off the first tee in company with Dick, one of the junior finalists, but he came to the conclusion they would be playing the first hole and one coming back to the club-house, as a final bit of practice. But then Dave and Dick went off to the second tee, and it might be wise to swing the camera over there. Dave was a little startled when Dick called him Doug—but they were not well acquainted and it was just one of those mistakes ... but Dick did not

particularly appreclata being addressed as Cyril. That’s right: Dick shared two of Cyril’s failings. They both play left-handed and wear glasses. Meantime, back in the club-house, there was much hurried activity and, it must be confessed, a little levity. For there were the women players waiting to get away, there was one junior finalist, one intermediate finalist. They finally fetched Dave and Dick from the fourth tee, and it was probably a disappointing discovery for Dave, who had felt that with his lead of three up in three holes and Cyril not looking very like an intermediate champion, the day was his. It wasn’t, in fact Cyril won. And so, in the junior, did Dick, and he deserved to. For he was taken to the 38th, and that made 41 holes for the day, apart from any preliminary practice. And that's enough golf, even for a golfer.