Golf

At Greenwich, Conn. Golf is a

humbling game, said the players of Greenwich, Conn., when Jess Sweetser, onetime (1922) National Amateur Champion, qualified for the annual invitation tournament at the Greenwich Country Club, the lowest by so wide a cut that he seemed a certain winner. All that stood in his way was a blond stripling named Lawrence Lloyd, a Greenwich youth who had a putter. On every green, that putter flashed. Down went straight 15 footers, down went curly 10 footers, down went nasty 6 footers, down went Jess Sweetser, by a stroke on the last green. Golf, chortled the supporters of Lloyd, is a humbling game. Out sallied Lloyd to play in the finals against 18-year-old Eugene Homans, Junior Metropolitan Champion. His putter jerked, his wrists smote the ball over, under and around; Homans defeated him, 4 up and 2 to go. Golf-- mused Lloyd, as he saw presented to Homans a silver flagon four feet high-- golf . . .

At Saint Albans, England. A great gallery came out from London to see "Long" James Barnes, Open Champion of Great Britain (TIME, July 6), play a 36-hole match against Abe Mitchell, watched him hook, slice, dig, and go down to defeat 7 up and 6 to go, after winning only 3 holes.

At Tarrytown, N. Y. The day before his 86th birthday, John Davison Rockefeller hastily gulped down a bowl of hot milk toast, went out to the first tee of his little 9-hole course, drove off. When he finished the round, he stated that his score was 48--an assertion smirkingly corroborated by his caddy. "The best 86-year-old golfer in the world," said his friends.