1 1TJHE MMEMOMT I
VOL. XIX, NO. 19
SATURDAY MORNING, APRIL 15, 1916
FIVE CENTS
MAGNIFICENT GOLF
Carter Wins Three Hatches by a Thread
and the Championship
Dyer' Dramatic Flnlh A gainst Paul.
Decker Com Back Into
Championship ..Form
THERE has slowly
grpwn up among the
golfing fraternity of
Pinehurst a conviction
that Phil Carter of Nas
sau bears a talisman,
and has no known limit
in the game of golf. It
tf has become a fetish
that in match play he could not be beat
en, be the circumstances what they may.
He does not always play such good golf.
It is quite the usual thing to hear the
experts at the game remarking that he
has gone stale, or is off his game. And
this is usually substantiated by his scores
whenever his opponent is making a poor
round. If he plays with a man who just
manages an 82, why Carter is more than
apt to be a bare winner at 81, and any
body can show how he would have met
defeat if only his silly opponent has
holed an easy ball or two. But next day
he rolls up to the eighteenth all even
against some diabolically clever fellow
who has made the range under par with
out a diseernable flaw, and apparently
just happens to win with a two or a
three at the last gasp.
THE RABBIT'S FOOT
The superstition is borne out by the
whole harrowing week's play for the
United North and South Championship.
But in no case so dramatically as in
his match with Charles Skehens of Woods
Hole in the semi-finals. Skehens, who
also shared honors with Ross in the Amateur-Professional
event, is one of the
most accurate men on the links when he
is playing his game. And he drove off
from the 17th tee one up. Not only that,
but his drive landed on the green within
twelve feet of the hole, a perfect shot
and a certain three.
On all sides could be heard men firing
into the apostles of those holding the
creed that Carter carried a rabbit's foot,
the exultant question ' ' Now what do you
think about it? Can he get away with
this!" '
And they all stubbornly answered,
' ' God knows how. But he can 't be beat.
He has no limit. Watch."
And once more the miracle was sprung
under our eyes. Phil Carter also drove
onto the green. But much further away,
perhaps twenty-five feet from the goal,
onto a promontory of the sandy way
jutting into the grass. This was golf and
nerve enough to elicit a round of ap
plause; but what followed fairly .stunned
the multitude. He put the next shot in,
and there is reason to believe that it
would have gone in if he had been half
a mile away behind a tree. For when
needed these things occur for men of
destiny.
PERFECT PLAY IN THE FINALS
The match with Skehens went nineteen
holes and was the most spectacular, but
Dyer in the finals called for the best
golf. Judging by previous performance
there was plenty of ground to believe
that the Pennsylvania champion might
land 'the trophy. He made easy work of
Guilford and Rodney Brown, had shown
championship form and a power of ris
ing to emergency and great golf against
Paul, and played with the sympathy of a
great host of supporters, gained by the
most sportsmanlike and generous demean
or in his matches. Carter had beaten
both Beall and Skehens by a thread. But
both of these had made several costly
mistakes. Beall gave away two holes by
futile strokes within inches of the cup,
and Skehens had wandered into the woods
on several occasions and been lost to view.
Still Carter barely won.
Dyer was slated to make no such mis
takes. It was a thirty-six hole match.
It so happened that Carter had to play all
the time, and so of course he did. In
the first round Dyer won five of the eigh
teen holes. One of these was in 4, but
the other four were in 3 and 2. They had
to be. He even lost one hole, the fif
teenth, which he made in three. He
made the round in 74, and was still two
down, against Carter's 70. This score
of 70, which the Nassau wizard repeated
in the second eighteen, is the tournament
record of the course, and is one under par.
THE SECOND ROUND
It has been, many a day since fours
and threes were losing scores on the holes
of number two course. But they lost
for Dyer in this second round. Two
down to begin with he squared the score
by beating par on the third and equalling
it on the fourth hole. The score of his
next five holes included a three and a
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PIHHET Oil TRAVELER
Tabs the Steeple Chase. Mrs. Johnson
Leads the Ladles' Field
JLat Trolling- Evmt of the leaaon i
Signal Succe and the ProniUe of a
Great Future for the Track
IT WAS with a keen
sense of regret that we
realized that Colonel
Swigert 'a trotting mat
inee was meeting for
the last time until Fall,
when we joined the gay
company on the course
Wednesday last to back
our favorites and gloat over the specta
cle, and listen to the strains of martial
music while the racing thoroughbreds
boiled down the stretch.
Looking over a season full of the finest
kind of sport and good contests, so cos
mopolitan in its entries, and diverse in
character it seems to the writer that the
Sandhills owe more than it knows to
Col. Swigert, who inaugurated the games,
and Thomas, the leading spirit on the
track and in the paddock, whose smiling
efficiency is a source of satisfaction to
all that ride or watch, and Charlie
Picquet, master of the judges' stand and.
organizer of events. Rivalry and contest,
the community gathering, music and
interest and the assembling of the clans;
a neighborhood spectacle and a chance to
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FINALS OF THE CHAMPION SHIP CARTER VS. DYER
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a a n fnr Phil Carter Ned Beall, C. L. Becker, consolation winner; Frank Dyer, runner-up, William
Showing from left to right-Charles Skehens, me.,ahst, rffIT. Menle,.