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Show Henry Wants Golf Ball WithMore Gas Power to Get Over Water Hazard By HENRY McLEMORE United Press H ports Writer DEL MONTE, Cel.. Nov. 26 (UP) I wish the ultra exclusive and conservative Cyprus Point Golf club might be the scene of the national open some time, because be-cause I would like to study the reactions of that most serious and earnest of wurkmen -the championship golfer when the gallery Included sea lions, elk, deer, rabbits, pelicans, sea gulls and aquirreui. Not far from Del Monte, on the tip of the Monterey peninsula, spreads the fairways and greens of the Cyprus Point club. The most beautiful course In the world. It is so much a part of nature that there ia said to be a differ ence of opinion as to who owns it the some 75 or 80 members or the beasts and birds and the ocean. My guess is that the birds and beasts hold the upper hand at the moment, because when I played it I didn't see a member, but I did see enough wild life to equip a very respectable too. On the tee of the second hole I asked my caddy to show me the line, and I got this amazing answer: an-swer: "See thst elk down there? Well play well to the right of him. but not as far over as that pelican is perched." The elk didn't seem to mind when I approached him to play my second shot. I will admit, however, that he bothered me a trifle. Ha was the firat elk with a body I had ever seen. I had seen plenty of elks' heads hanging hang-ing on walls, but here was one with feet, stomach, and a set of questioning eyes I asked the csddy if elk were plentiful on the course. "We had so many that ths board of directors shipped 'em away to a xoo. As ons of the members remarked This is supposed sup-posed to be a golf club, not an elks' club." A few holes later I played through a herd of deer on the fairway. They moved to ons side, of course, but stood watching watch-ing me from the edge of the fairway fair-way as if they wished I would hurry up and let them get back to their graxing. By the time I reached the back nine I waa steeped in animal lore. Given a hall and a few lantern slides and' I could have held an audience as enthralled as does Osa Johnson or Frank Buck. Then I came to the 16th hole a one-shotter which calla for a 200-yard tee shot straight over the Pacific ocean. "What do you use here?" I asked my caddy. "A brassie," he answered. "I mean what do you use on your second shot," I said. "A canoe, a launch, or a life pre-aerver?" pre-aerver?" His answer waa lost in the spray from the big rollers that pounded the rocks all around us. So I whacked one with my brassie, bras-sie, straight out over the aea. The ball followed the great circle route for a spell, thought better of it, swung to the Lindbergh routs and. finally, out of gas, fell into the sea, "Get your diving bell, son, and start out." I aaid. "Otherwise I'll have to quit. That's my laat ball." He dug up another ons and finally I came to the green. Just as I started to putt hell broke loose. I don't like to use "hell" ! in my stories, but that ia the only apt word to describe the roar of the sea lions who cover the rocks about the green. The sea liona roared and grunted. grunt-ed. Beat their flippers. Waved their whiskers. Splashed and dived. Yes. I would like to see a national na-tional open out here. Can you imagine the earnest professionals who object almost to the noire of the heart beats of the gallery gal-lery and refuse to drive if there ; is so much as a butterfly roaring in an adjacent meadow, teeing off to the symphony of the sea lions? |