"No one part of my game went to pieces," said Judy. "But I missed a five-foot putt on the 17th that would have given me the hole. Then I missed that seven-footer on the 18th. That was it."
Maggie Martin played superbly in her first big tournament. A rangy brunette with a Hoganlike ability to concentrate, she survived some early putting trouble, then defeated Tulsa's Jeannie Thompson 1 up, to enter the championship round against Mary Lowell.
It was a curious clash of opposites, played through damp-heavy morning air. Mary Lowell thinks aggressively and attacks the ball with a no-nonsense attitude. "I don't like to waste time over shots," she says. "The only shot that slows me is a putt I have to study."
Where Mary Lowell's swing fairly crackled, Maggie Martin's seemed almost languid. Miss Martin is 5 feet 8 inches tall and strides along with an easy, boyish grace, but she doesn't seem to have the strength to hit a ball for distance, and in the final she was consistently outdriven by the eventual new champion. The contrast between the two became particularly evident late in the match. Despite falling 3 down at the 14th, Miss Martin continued to play a cautious, conservative game.
It was clearly a time for defensive golf on the part of Miss Lowell, but she continued to attack, and this nearly cost her the match. Recklessly, she lifted her second shot into a bunker some 40 yards short of the 15th green, costing her a bogey and the hole. Again, on the 16th, she underclubbed and wound up in sand. A front-runner's caution in each case could have saved Mary from the anguish of the 18th, where Miss Martin almost sent the match into extra holes.
Both girls hit identically safe drives on the 500-yard closing hole. A neatly struck pitch that hit the green and rolled to the back apron left Miss Lowell's ball some 18 feet from the flag. On her approach the placid Miss Martin "skulled" the shot badly, but it hit the slope fronting the green and wound up, miraculously, about 3� feet from the cup.
Mary Lowell's putt from the apron was three feet short. Maggie Martin carefully studied the birdie putt that could send the match into extra holes. She sighted, stroked and audibly muttered, "Oh, darn!" as the ball caught the right side of the cup and jumped out.
Mary Lowell studied her final putt for an unusually long time. Taking a heavy deep breath, she pursed her lips, addressed the ball and dropped it in cleanly. The greens exploded. Rain hats went into the air, bubble gum popped, and it was time, once more, for Yo-yos. They were kids again.