“CRAZY” GOLF

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 85, Issue 297, 17 December 1941, Page 8

“CRAZY” GOLF

JUNCTION CLUB’S GAME According to its detractors, golf is a crazy game, and members of the Junction Club who participated in Tuesday’s novelty medal round, doubtless are now somewhat sympathetic with that view. For the occasion the municipal course was more or less of the crazy order, and for most it was a very expensive nine holes as far as golf was concerned; and yet the two prize winners returned better than average cards. Each green was marked with a special flag, and they looked innocent enough, too. However, the player who got his tee shot nicely on, had visions of a "birdie" rudely shattered when he took four putts, due solely to the fart that the hole proved to he of microscopic proportions! The second green proved the undoing of lusty hitters who habitually find the green with their seconds. On Tuesday they discovered to their mortification that a special green had been prepared out of sight in a convenient hollow, which entailed a chip hack or about 70 yards, and a not-too-good temporary green to putt on! Players could find nothing wrong with the third—beyond the fact that the hole was on the roughest part of the green. The fourth green was largely orthodox, too, but the hole being on the top of a vicious little hump, it called for well-judged curly putts of a severe corkscrew variety! The fifth hole had been cunningly placed about a foot short of the open lip of the bunker, a fact which caused the oneputt artists to forsake the "never-up-never-in'' maxim for once: The sixth hole was again of the Lilliputian variety, and perched on a hummock on the green, was not conducive to bogey scores. The seventh hole was like every good golfer dreams about—as big as a bucket!—and no lipped putts were registered in consequence! Flayers approaching the eighth hole, found it on the extreme edge of the raised green; here again those short putts had their virtues! The ninth hole, too. took its toll. Situated well on the far side of the green, players chipped up carefully, only to find they had been “sold the dummy.” as a notice on the pin beseeched them to putt at the regular hole in the centre of the green. The fact that rain curtailed play to nine holes prevented many a noble century being recorded ! As it was. the player who put up a colossal score off the stick found he had qualified for a prize—the trophy awarded for the highest nett score! And he subsequently made amends by winning the putting competition.

At the subsequent celebration at the “nineteenth" at the conclusion, everyone concurred with “Mac." that the novelty Christmas round was a delight to the spirit of Scotland, equal to the finding of white heather among the purple hills of Loch Lomond.