Golfers’ Troubles

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 351, 11 May 1928, Page 10

Golfers ’ Troubles

i i HOW HOLIDAY PRACTICE | I LETS THEM DOWN ON I RETURNING HOME

“A golfer who makes mistakes, chops clods out of the earth, swings too high and misses the ball altogether, can be likened to the man in the street who slips on a banana skin and gets up—completely humbled,” says Hector Morrison. Undoubtedly both have the same effect —an inward rage at the guffawing crowd, and a realisation of impotence. It’s the mistakes a golfer makes that give him the inclination to tell tall tales about his prowess. He must convince others that they don’t see him as he knows he is. When his holidays come, he packs his bags, and off he goes to the mountains or the seaside, or anywhere at all where there is a golf course. For a golfer’s holiday means more golf, and still more golf. There, free from all worries, he attacks the game in the right mental attitude. For what if he does make mistakes; are there not many more tomorrows to rectify them?

That missing drive comes back as if by magic. Gone is that wriggling, feeble putt, which “shied” at the hole with exasperating regularity. Straight into the hole goes

tho ball, with a soul - satisfying “plonk.” Immediately he plays strokes better than his handicap. I n a few days: “At last I’ve got the secret of success,” is a thought which fl a s h e s through thousands of holidaying golfers’ brains. Then back to town, feeling like a potential champion. The week-end comes. Gone is his mountains mentality. It’s “I’ve only