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Hawera Star, Volume XLVIII, 19 July 1924, Page 10

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NOTES. J. Hunter put up a fine performance at, Pupuke (Auckland) bv winning the monthly medal with a card reading 74—3—71. ‘‘From my knowledge of the course,” says the Auckland Star critic, “this represents sound golf. I would like to see this young player on a first-class course, where consistent length and accuracy in play is demanded. He has the great advantage of youth, and a successful future as a golfer seems assured.” A wonderful round is reported at Killara, where 36 holes wei-e played for professionals and 18 for amateurs in conjunction. C. Campbell, of Leura, won the former with 140. In the morning, by practically faultless golf, he was round in: Out, 4 14 4 4 4 3 3 4 34; in, 5 4 3 4 5 4 3 4 2—34—68. In the afternoon his figures were: Out, 4 6 434433 4—34 ; i ri. 4 4 3 4 6 5 4 4 4—38—72. DUKE OF YORK AT GOLF. CHALLENGE MATCH WITH MR. FRANK HODGES. As president, leader and founder of the Industrial Welfare Society, the Duke of York winning a very warm place for himself in the hearts of the industrial workers. The Duke further enhanced hi s reputation by the sporting manner in which he accepted the challenge of Mr. Frank Hodges, M.P.. the former secretary of the Miners’ Federation of Great Britain, to a round of golf on a miners’ course, and the “duel” was fought on the Waun links of the Ton Pentre Club, a nine-bole course, on a. recent afternoon. The Duke had a s partner his equerry. Cant a in Basil Brooke, and was opposed by Mr. Frank Hodges and Mr. Evan Williams.

chairman of the Mining Association. Everywhere the Duke was received with cheering, and it was evident that he was much inpressecl by the warmness of his welcome.

At a. luncheon which preceded the match, Mr. David Davies, M.P., of Llandinam, referred to the'Duke’s interest in the Industrial Welfare Society, which stood for the ideals of good will and - comradeship in every sphere, and described his present visit as a sporting adventure.

Afterwards on the links the Duke and his partner were defeated by Messrs. Hodges and Williams by two up and one to play. The eighth hole proved to be a most disastrous one to to the Duke and his equerry. Both were clean off their drives, and thus lost the hole and the game. The foursome continued to the ninth hole, and, curiously enough, thi s was one of the best of the match for the Duke and his partner. Their opponents met with repeated disaster, and took' eight strokes to negotiate the hole,, whereas the Duke and Captain Brooke drove well.

At the close the winners were presented with small silver cups, and the runners-up with a case of pipe s as souvenirs of the occasion. ELIZABETHANS AND GOLF. Writing of a visit to Devon, a correspondent in the Sydney Morning Herald refers, inter alia, to the interesting old town of Aooledore. Concluding his remarks, he 'says: “But the main interest of Appledore is that it is close to the famous golfiing resort of Westward Ho!’ whither we naturally proceeded. The place is named after the novel, from which you may judge that it is not very old. Indeed, it is exceedingly modern, and was for that very reason lacking a good deal in charm for us. Its residents—the permanent- ones, I mean—are mainly retired officers and Anglo-Indians, ‘ and such like, and they did not at first appreciate the fame which the golf links brought to their little seaside village. But now, of course, if you don’t golf at ‘Westward Ho!’ you might as well be non-existent. Wherever you go the song of the deek and the wail of the mashie are heard in the land, and the only popular slogans are ‘Fore!’ and -^* ne teenth Hole.’ Whole droves of drivers waggle o’er the countless greens; the air is thick with flocks of Silvqr Kings, which whistle as they fly; and many an elderly gentleman, proud in the possession of plus-four inexpressibles, and a minus 44 handicap, ambles across the landscape in vain pursuit of that elusive colonel, who is at once the boast and bogey of his tribe. An idyllic scene, whose peace is broken only by the bunkered cry of some strong swearer in his agony! Don and I, not being at any time entirely able to differentiate between a tee and a caddie, and preferring, as a matter of fact, a tea-caddie to both, were not received with any great degree of enthusiasm.” SOME PUNCH STORIES. “WHERE THE BALLS GO.” Punch has a very whimsical story in a recent number of a discovery made by a player, of the cause of the disappearance of many balls. He gives an illustration showing the player near an old tree 1 in which is a hole from which is poked out a skinny hand. Thus he tells a tale:—“A lean brown hand came out of the hole and removed the ball from under my eyes. The golfer makes the aged pixie disgorge, and adds: ‘He set before me the strangest assortment of golf balls ever gathered in one .place. There were .balls of all periods—Dunlops, Referendums, Wyan Dots, balls of gutta-percha, wood, ivory and even of stone. Some- were inscribed with the Greek, Roman or Celtic bharacters. One little bronze ball was provided with tiny scythes at the poles, such as chariots have, presumably for play in the rough.” (How useful it would be to many nowadays!)

DISTRESSING SCENE ON GOLF LINKS. Another runaway win was scored by Mrs . She literally tr a run led oil her opponent.—Daily paper. Golfer (as Col. Blundevfore passes): “New member, isn’t he?” Caddie: “Yessir. ’E swore ’isself in yesterday.” Nervous beginner (to caddie): ‘T-er-suppbse you get an occasional rabbit here?” Caddie (old hard face): We did once, but the committee had ’em shot.” The Mayor: “I’ve got a letter asking me to inaugurate the new golf club.” t The Mayoress: “How nice; Isn’t that what they call ‘cutting the first sod’?”