Two fine fours on the 31st, a short par 5, 427 yards long, doglegging to the left. Anne's drive finished at the extreme corner of the break, a yard inside the edge of the rough. She was about 215 yards from the green, but she hits long fairway woods, and here her three-wood rolled over the green into the rough to the left. She was down in two, chipping to three feet with her nine-iron. Quast still 1 up.
Two fours on the 32nd, a 326-yarder where the sidehill cant of the fairway adds difficulty to the approach. Anne, after a good drive, missed her approach (with a seven-iron) badly, hitting behind the ball and dumping it half the way to the green. She scrambled out her par with a deft pitch with her wedge that bounced up to within two and a half feet of the cup. Interestingly enough, on her first approach, Anne not only missed the shot but her practice swing, launching a nice hunk of turf.
A big hit is required on the 33rd, a one-shotter measuring 205 yards, all carry to a tough elevated green. Anne, using her driver, came through with a first-class tee shot that carried on, over the right-hand frontal trap. She got down in two from 20 feet for a winning 3, Barbara missing from nine feet after exploding from the right-hand bunker. Quast now 2 up.
The burn again is the key hazard on the 340-yard 34th, encircling the green area tightly. Anne played a really elegant approach with her five-iron, the ball floating down onto the front edge and stopping just about hole-high nine feet to the right. Barbara was just short on her try for her three from 18 feet. Anne took quite a while to get set over her uphill nine-footer and then stroked it in the middle of the cup. Quast wins, 3 up and two to play.
Anne Quast was 4 under par for the 16 holes of the afternoon round—and four under for the beautifully played final seven holes in which she went 443 443 3 against a par of 544 543 4. It is not easy to remember a finish in the final of important match-play championship to compare with it. As a matter of fact, the only one of similar luster I can think of offhand was pulled off in a silent movie called Spring Fever, starring William Haines who was unbeatable on the screen. Haines, as I remember it, was 6 down with seven to play. By the 18th he had fought back to even, and then he won the 18th when, with his opponent up there stony for his bird, he holed a full brassie shot. Anita Page, I think it was, saw him in a different light after this, which was the least she could do.