AUSTRALIAN FOURSOMES

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 48, 19 May 1927, Page 11

AUSTRALIAN FOURSOMES

A BRILLIANT COMBINATION A week or two ago I mentioned that Alex. Russell and C. H. Fawcett, were once again in the final of the Australasian Championship Foursomes. They won the event, for the fifth consecutive year, by soundly disposing of L. G. Shaw and F. G. Hanson, 7 up and 6 to play. “It was a battle of shock troops against raw recruits,” states the “Referee.” “The Yarra Yarra men have done exceptionally well in reaching the final match, but they had not previously been matched against such golfers as Russell and Fawcett. This accounts for their nervousness, and, although the Yarra Yarra men were defeated, they put up a better game than the pair who opposed Russell and Fawcett in the previous round. “Analyse what these inexperienced players were up against! Take Russell. He has won a national title, also a State amateur title; furthermore, he is rated on plus 5. “His partner, Fawcett, has won several Tasmanian championship titles, and a few years back was amateur champion of Victoria. Fawcett is rated on the plus 4 mark. “This pair have won the Australian Foursome Challenge Shield on five consecutive occasions; in all, they have won the event six times. And in this year’s matches the only time they were really extended was in the third round, when the young pair from Commonwealth took these veterans to the 18th green, where Butler and Edgar lost by one hole. TOURNAMENT SPECIALISTS “Russell and Fawcett are players who have proved their worth in various competitions. They are out and out tournament players, who probably play golf more than most others. “In short, the winners are pluggers, who, knowing well the fickleness-of the game, never g>ye up once the fight is ‘’ALLEE SAME’* “Where you bin?” asked John Chinaman as I took him in a bundle of sodden underclothing after facing the elements for an hour or so last Saturday. “Golf,” I informed him. “Gawf!” he commented, with an accent worthy of the best Scot that ever got properly round the word. “I don’t know him. Football?” ‘ Golf. Long club. Hit like this,” I demonstrated, somewhat encumbered by a suit case, some household requirements, and a paper or so. “Gawf. Football?” he queried again, and I gave it up. “Allee same to mlee,” I heard, as I made my exit.