Sport: Gamblers on the Fairway

At 11 o'clock one night last fortnight the phone rang in a room in the St. Paul Hotel. "Sam Snead?" asked a man's voice. Golfer Snead allowed that it was. Another husky voice came on to inform Snead that "we have lots of money bet" on the final round of the St. Paul Open, to be played next day. Grunted the mystery caller: "Now you get in there and start playing. We don't want Mangrum to win." Slamming Sam, who at the time trailed Lloyd Mangrum by ten strokes, angrily snorted: "Do you know what time it is?" hung up and...

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