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Show GOLF. Who will win the championships this year? The form shown in the first rounds at match play this week should go far toward deciding that question. The field in the women's tournament is small, and the honor apparently lies between Mrs. Channing, the present champion, Miss Harkness, Mrs. Fischer and Miss Judge. In the men's competition, com-petition, the choice is harder to make. At least seven of the eight who play in the first round today to-day have a good fighting chance for the honor. If Walcott Thompson gets back in time, every game should be closely contested, and the winner surely will have to fight for every hole. Thirty-six Thirty-six holes play eliminates to a great degree the element of chance, and steadiness should prove the winning qualification. Accurate putting is essential. The man who takes but two for the greens should, taking everything every-thing else into consideration, win enough holes to take the game. Thompson, McGurrin, Hale, Channing, Chan-ning, Harkness are very steady in this respect. And if recent form shown by them is held under the pressure of championship competition, the games should prove well worth watching. Well, only four of us will be left this evening. even-ing. Billy Reid (if he plays) and Frank McGurrin should be two. The games between Harkness and Copp, Channing and Hale should bo close, with chances about even in each case. The bunkers should receive attention before the games are called. There is not enough sand in them in the first place, and topped balls frequently fre-quently go through them. Tho eight tee should be moved to the left about ten feet. The margin between the poplar trees and the crest of the hill is altogether too small at present, and in a wind the shot is all but impossible. Praise be, the officers at the post have the golf fever, and a course is being laid out there. And on turf, too. Four holes have already been laid out, and it is probable that a nine-hole course will be ready for. play before tho snow flies. If ye wyndes blow so frequently as they did last Saturday and Sunday it might be a good idea to have the caddy carry a pail of glue to dip the balls in. At least they would not be blown into the next township. Channing drove two balls onto the clubhouse lawn Sunday. The lats one sailed over the big trees back of the house. The caddy watched it as if soared in the direction of Saltair Then he grinned. "Say, I heard it bump de ceiling," ho asserted. The drive measured a little over 270 yards. I. GOLFSOMB. |
