In the absence of Jimmy Demaret, professional golfing's flashy fashionplate, Lloyd Mangrum stepped bravely forward to spruce up the Masters golf tournament. His blue cap, pink shirt and lavender slacks howled like an off-key calliope along the green fairways of Georgia's Augusta National course. "They need a little color around here," said Mangrum, "since the frost ruined all the azaleas."
Ever since the first Masters in 1934, the old masters have been whacking out more colorful golf than any tournament has a right to expect. Sometimes a newcomer startles the crowd with a spectacular round (last year Amateur Billy Joe Patton almost...
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