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Dominion, Volume 23, Issue 83, 2 January 1930, Page 15

There is nothing in life so exhilarating as a full-blooded drive at golf. It is on all fours with a lusty smite for six at cricket, when the shot is timed to the fraction of a second, and goes sailing from the driving part of the bat over the fence and far away. Two golfers on the Miramar links this week, however, received the shock of their young lives. Both got on to their shots fair and true. Oue was playing a brassie second going to the ninth, while the other hit a booming drive off the tenth tee. Both were well satisfied with their handiwork, but imagine their amazement when their balls, travelling at an incredible rate of speed, met in a head-on collision, and fell impotently like shot partridges half-way to their goal. Both golfers, it is said, have spent their time with pencils and reams of paper endeavouring to work out the exact possibilities of such an event happening again.