These Doomsday Warriors Look No More Like

The South Is One Of Those Kingdoms Of The Mind, Like India Or Scotland, That Are Neat And Understandable Only To People Who Have Never Been There.

It Has Always Been Cited As An Irrepressible Symptom Of America's Vitality That Her People, In Fair Times And Foul, Believe In Themselves And Their Institutions.

They Have Been Playing Golf For 800 Years And Nobody Has Satisfactorily Said Why.

More Than Anything Else, Though, To Anyone Who Would Write About It, Golf Offers A Four-hour Drama In Two Acts, Which Becomes Memorable Even In The Tape-recorded Reminiscenses Of Old Champs, And Which - In The Hands Of Someone Like Herb Wind - Can Become A Piece Of War Correspondence As Artfully Controlled As Alan Morehead's Account Of Gallipoli.

The Masters Is More Like A Vast Edwardian Garden Party Than A Golf Tournament.