Miss Glenna Collett, famed Providence golfer, thought of a putt. On a certain 19th green, with the smell of a Southern twilight enchanting her frequently photographed nostrils, Miss Collett had seen that putt obtain its velocity from the pendulum swing of Miss Frances Hadfield, travel in an unwavering line for 20 league-long feet, disappear, with a leisured imperiousness, into the hole, thus winning for Miss Hadfield a leg on the Belleair Heights golf championship (TIME, Mar. 16). As if the smell of that twilight, still lingering in the air, enraged her, Miss Collett, last week, swished around the St. Augustine course...
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