British Open. A snowy ball hung in the air over the second green of the Prestwick golf links, Scotland. From the sea close by, blew what a Scotsman would call "a bit breeze," an American a "stout wind." Truly hit, the ball never wavered. It dropped on the dry, fast turf, leaped toward the hole, disappeared from the view of the thousands of spectators that jostled in the rough and back of the bunkers. Picking his way from the tee, his mashie still in his hand, J....
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