Two days last week, 18 men, professionals all, strode in quartets and pairs over the fields of Moortown, England. Very seriously they went from Windyridge to Punchbowl, from Lone Pine to Spinney. On the second day, long before the last of them reached Home, which was the name of Moortown's 18th hole, the people that were following them knew that the British had won the Ryder golf cup. It was big news. The U. S. had been expected to win as it won two years ago.* On the first day, when the foursomes were...
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