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Show 5 Golf 3 In these sere and yellow days, when the ball gets lost in the dead leaves on the lawn, and the sun sneaks behind the hills while the sixth hole is being played, there is much think about next year's schedule. One suggestion strikes me as being be-ing particularly good, and that is to have monthly month-ly contests among the players of the various classes, class-es, say 18 holes, medal play, for the honor of first place in the class and for some little trophy offered by the greens committee. This year there was but little competition for place except in class A, but with a scheduled contest for, say the last Saturday of each month, undoubtedly the scrap for place would be much keener. If these contests would interfere in-terfere with the more important play leading up to the annual championships, why not have them Sundays, when larger fields are assured? Far more interest has been shown in the game this year than at any time since the club .was organized. But not enough attention has been paid to the occasional oc-casional players. There are several players in the B classes, who, with the proper amount of play and nothing but actual competition wears the rough edges off a person's game will require some lively playing to put them out of the running for next year's championship contests. A schedule of this kind would stimulate interest, provide a lot of genuine fun, and probably make A class players out of several who are now in the rut simply because be-cause they do not play enough. A silver tea set from Tiffany's master workmen will be among the prizes to be played for next season sea-son and perhaps for several after, as it must be won twice before it becomes the fortunate golfer's property. This unique trophy, offered by Mr. Samuel Sam-uel Newhouse, is to be played for in a handicap tournament, open to all members of the club, and if it doesn't result in a large accession to the ranks of golf devotees then the game might as well be Telegated to the cedars. The prize will really be one of the most valuable ever offered for golf competition, com-petition, and should make even young Tam Morris forsake his Scoatch and soda for the milder and less foozling Oolong. Hale and Steiner were collecting the Haskells from the grouchy losers in the locker room Sunday. Sun-day. But one player couldn't see it. "But someone didn't play me last game," he quoth. "I stood right out there, right out there, yes sir, as they paid the stakes. I want to collect before I pay." "Huh," growled somebody. "I'll give him a ball if he'll carry it in his mouth the next time he plays." Verily, silence on the putting green is worth the price of anthracite coal. I. GOLFSOME. |