THE PINEHURST OUTLOOK
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HEART BREAKING FINISH
A Memorable Match Between Mrs.
Barlow and Mrs. Hurd
A Conclusive Argument Ag-alnt the
Stupid Jlule Governing-Stymie
THAT old evil spirit,
stymie, bane of golfers,
and bone of contention,
appeared suddenly on
the Pinehurst links on
Tuesday morning at the
climax of a breathless
and memorable match,
and broke the heart
of a multitude. It has been written
in these prophetic pages that Mrs. Doro
thy Campbell Hurd and Mrs. Koland H.
Barlow were evenly matched at the game
of golf. And that only the God of
Chance could determine an issue between
these two. Observe that Mrs. Hurd beat
Mrs. Barlow week before last in fifty
four holes by one stroke. That she re
peated this achievement in the qualifying
round also by one stroke, and that now
the whole world is waiting at the top of
the hill at the eighteenth green to see
these two come home in the North and
Of course they were even at the tee.
And even again on the green. So even
that Stuyvesant Leroy. is called to wit
ness, and carefully measures to discover
which ball is nearer to the cup. Mrs.
Hurd is away. She puts. Perhaps the
ball comes to rest two feet from the hole
a certain shot next time. Mrs. Barlow
has fifteen feet to go. It is a splendid
try. A hand's breadth will measure the
distance she lies from the goal. But they
are still even, to all intents and purposes.
So tense is the great concourse circled
about that not even a whisper is heard.
And grinning broadly, the Great God
Chance walks in and takes command, dis
guised as Willie Stymie. Mrs. Barlow's
ball is in a dead line between Mrs. Hurd
and the predestined tie. Unless, perhaps,
there be a way known to Phil Carter
whereby a golf ball may be made to act
like a boomerang, the game is finally and
inevitably won. Checkmate. No need to
play. The most desperate finish, and the
most dramatic ever seen in the annals of
the North and South, between the Red
and the Black, the Nip and the Tuck, is
credited to Mrs. Barlow.
It was a wonderful spectacle, and an
exciting contest, as well as championship
golf. The day was as bright and the sky
as blue as Venice in, June; the fairways
were lined with the picturesque red and
yellow, blue and plaid sweaters of the
girls, and many famous golfers, and sub
stantial citizens, a moving amphitheatre
of color and animation, interest and sus
pense. There was Doc Nelson, Nestor
of the host, in the 'lead, keeping the
score and tally of the battle, and ordering
the phalanx to halt at proper intervals.
And beside him Stuyvesant LeRoy, many
times called in to determine doubtful
issues, and Donald Ross, herald of the
It is the story of an uphill battle. Mrs.
Hurd drove into a bunker beyond the
water jump on the tenth, two down. Mrs.
Barlow had earned this lead by holing
for a two on the sixth, against Mrs.
But all hands agreed that Mrs. Hurd
had had her share of bunkers on the outward-
journey. And now her uphill battle
began in another. But she sailed out of
it like a gull on the wing, and halved the
hole by some excellent putting. Number
eleven found her drive in the bunker
again, but this was also halved, due to
Mrs. Barlow's poor approach. Mrs. Bar
low's second shot on the twelfth landed
her on the mound of tufts which proved
a cropper, and spoiled her game for a
seven. Mrs. Hurd one down. Both ladies
landed fairly on the green in the thir
teenth, but Mrs. Barlow overdid her putt
ing and took a five. Even up on the
The next hole was Mrs. Barlow's. It
is a long hole, but she went straight to
the green in three, while the old champion
discovered the fallacy of driving into the
rough. The rough had no terrors, and
her ball was lifted for the horizon, but
coming into conflict with an impurturba
ble pine returned whence it came. But
the score was squared again on the next
hole, where Mrs. Hurd 's three proved
too much for Mrs. Barlow's long drive
into a pitfall.
Perhaps from Mrs. Hurd's point of
view the sixteenth was the most regretta
ble of this memorable defeat. For the
second shot, true as an azimuth, was on
the green, and for the veteran of many
contests within a certain four, while Mrs.
Barlow lay even in the dusty bottom of
a trap. The shot from the trap was clean
and sure, and brought forth a round of
spontaneous applause. But even so, it
took two putts for Mrs. Barlow to land,
and right there is where the match was
lost aside from "Willie Stymie. For
Dorothy Campbell Hurd, victor on a thou
sand links, took three putts, even as you
and I, and halved the hole.
Except that it worked the crowd into a
fever heat, and wrenched the hearts of
men with the dramatic suspense, there
was nothing worth recording of the 17th
hole. It was everybody's game, that
would play it, and both champions threw
away their chances, and drove their parti
zans lunatic in turn by shyly approaching
the cup and the match with three agoniz
ing shots apiece.
And so all even they shot up the hill
under the gaze of a thousand eyes. Mrs.
Barlow's third shot is in a bunker. Mrs.
Hurd, lying two, has a fair approach for
the green. Great Lord, can it still stay
even? It can. The shot is short. The
next one is on the green of course. Six
teen and two-thirds feet from the trophy.
But Mrs. Barlow knows these traps as a
woodchuck knows his hole. She spins
out of it and into position, fifteen and
one-half feet from the cup. "God of
Battles, was- ever a battle like this in
the world before?"
The Pine Creat
T. E. Rogers, Pelham Manor; E. B.
Cochrane, North Hatley, Quebec; Miss
Sadie McKenim, R. W. Springs, Miss S.
T. Holmes, Miss Molly Reives, Charles-
ton; Miss Lucile Culbuth, Miss Neta
Davis, Fayetteville; Miss Lilian Can-