The mills of the gods of golf ground out some long-awaited grist. After eight fairly patient years of waiting, Robert Tyre Jones Jr., of Atlanta, last week won the national amateur championship.
Pink of cheek, blue of eye, modest of demeanor, he stood upon the 10th green of the Merion Cricket Club's West course at Ardmore, Pa., and received the cheers of 5,000 or more galleryites, the handshake of George Von Elm, youthful Los Angelist, whom he had defeated 10 and 8* in a ruthless final.
Golfdom had known that some such...
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