For three years, turkeys and cattle had gobbled and grazed where the masters once trod. Last week the Augusta National Golf Club was open again. The dream golf course outside Augusta, Ga., built by and for Bobby Jones, had so much botanical beauty about that each hole had a flowery name (Flowering Peach, Yellow Jasmine, Spanish Dagger, Azalea). Bobby Jones, in semiretirement, played his one tournament a year there against masters and past masters only. This time 50 crack golfers were thereĀand Bobby, now 44, was back.
The Old Master teed up against Byron...
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