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Vol. XXVI JANUARY 2 6, 1 9 2 3 Number 7
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A Week With The Advertisers
(By Sandy McNiblick)
Golf Editor Philadelphia Evening Public Ledger
THE best golf tournament we have
seen all this year, partly because
it's the first for 1923, for upset
ting golf traditions was the fete of the
Winter Golf League of Advertising In
terests last week.
Plenty happened in this fete which was
won by T. Russell Brown, slated from
Montclair, N. J., in which town he says
he hasn't been for the past fifteen years,
and claiming Lake Champiain as his
domicile.
To win the advertisers' championship
was easy for Brown by the golf he played,
but look at the things, besides opponents
and course, he had to overcome.
First of all we came here to get back
some physical prowess and things, and,
arriving on the eve of the tourney we
heard so much chatter about Brown,
whom we had never seen play, that we
came right out in bold, black type with
it. For the first time in our career as a
golf writer we predicted the winner of the
tourney. We wrote that Brown would
win it. That must have been a lucky
move, for darn if Brown didn't win and
carry out the prediction.
The qualifying day, Brown won the
medal, and we thought the prediction was
all flooie, for it is a well-known tradition
in golf that the winner of the medal is
seldom able to win the final at match play.
that tradition for he copped the final trophy.
But wait. That's not all. In an early match Brown played Roy
Barnhill, who beat him in the tourney here a couple of years ago.
Barnhill is also said to have won all three matches lie has played
with Brown on the links. But this trip there was nothing doing
for Barnhill, except to worry Brown to the very last green, the
eighteenth, where Brown won the match, 1 up.
Then Brown met R. M. Purves, Boston, champion of the tourney
for two straight years and going good. We didn't predict this time
but felt fairly sure that Brown would be trimmed by Purves, mostly
because the former had won the medal. That one still stuck in the
crop.
But Brown played some fine golf shots and was five up at the
turn. It would soon be over, said the gallery, thirteen fans in it
by the way also a hunting dog which was more interested in the
quail than the golf match. But Purves refused to quail so the dog
stuck to the match.
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Miss Charlotte Speakman, and her father, C. A. Speakman,
Who was elected President of the League.
But Brown also busted
Brown had a chance to win the match,
7 and 6, but at a crucial moment, while
in a trap, Brown's club dropped from his
hand and, without thinking, he picked it
up. The Jew who picks up a dollar bill
in a trap is the only one that can argue
in his own favor, so Brown conceded the
hole to Purves.
On the next one it was the turn of
Purves. His ball flew over the mound of
a trap and a caddy picked it up, putting it
in the bag of a golf bag he had over his
shoulder. It is hard to distinguish be
tween all the colored caddies here, but
Purves was finally able to prove, not by
the colored face of the little stranger who
did the dirty deed, but by the difference
in headgear, that the caddy was not his.
Anyhow, Brown finally won the match,
3 and 2, instead of 7 and 6. In the final
round he met George C. Dutton, the Bos
ton dry-goods man, and again won, 3 and
2. That medal-hunch we had and the
fact that Dutton was, to us, a dark-horse,
sort of had us edging in favor of Dutton
to win but we didn't make a bet that way
so all was O. K. for the feeble purse.
Meantime there was plenty of other
goings on in the other divisions. This
included the branch for the three golfers
who failed to score well enough qualifying
day to make the grade of the first six
sixteens. The committee made a special division for them called the
Coue Division "every day, in every way," sang the trio "worse
and worse at golf."
They had some fun playing their little matches, also in arguing
about prizes for them. In every division there was a prize for the
winner and runner-up, also a trophy for the winner of the beaten
eight, three prizes in all.
The players in the Coue Division earnestly tried to talk the com
mittee into the same move for them. Being three entries, one
player drew a bye in the first match round, and the other two played
a match. The winner then played the man who advanced to the
final round by the bye of his opponent, who wasn't. The outcome
was that one player in it won the beaten "eight" by losing a golf
match in the "top" flight, the winner was unbeaten at golf match
play, even if he couldn't qualify with the other 96 advertisers, and
the runner-up broke even in match play. What could be fairer?
There had to be a flock of golf so all those licked in the regular
divisions of match play were "advanced" to Coue divisions, which