Under the shadow of a grey city, beside a strip of sea, stretches the golf course of St. Andrews, Scotland. Gulls fly over it, hills rise out of it, fairways cut cool lanes through its yellow furze. And at St. Andrews, last week, a U. S. golf team defeated an English golf team for the. Walker Cup.
The spectators who crowded the hills and stood ranked along the fairways had reason to envy the blown gulls. Those on the ground could see very little; they knew even less about the progress of the matches than the...
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