Bing Crosby, in a sloppy orange sweater, stepped jauntily from tee to green. He was shooting good golf ("Something around 80," he guessed). On the 18th hole, his ball plopped within five feet of the pin (applause) and then he sank the putt (more applause). Bing looked reproachfully over his shoulder and husked: "What did ya expect?"
It was Bing's party. He dug into his pocket for $10,000 in prize money, played more for the fun of it than in the hope of beating anybody, and helped entertain on the 19th hole. His guests were...
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