Another member of the team, 23-year-old Elizabeth Chadwick, works in a garage—spare parts department—in the north of England to pay for her golf. Then there is tiny Ita Burke, a travel agent for a Dublin firm and the only one of the British golfers to win two matches. When she was named to the team many British writers protested. They called for the immediate resignation of the four electors of the team but found that the electors had already retired. It has become customary for them to resign immediately after they name the Curtis Cup squad and long before the matches actually begin. No one can blame them.
The selection of the U.S. team is, at times, as controversial as that of the British eight. The United States Golf Association picks its players on "their records in competition, unquestionable amateur status and general ability to represent the country." Certainly golfing talent is of primary importance, but golf's traditions stem from an era of social grace and privilege, and women's golf seems to have retained this link with the past the longest of all. The USGA understandably will go to some lengths not to pick a woman for the Curtis Cup team who might do the monkey on the clubhouse buffet, but the ultraconservative women's committee has young U.S. golfers so concerned with their image that during the recent U.S. Women's Open one of the best of them thought it wise to go the ladies' room to smoke.
The 1966 American team was, as The Roanoke Times said quite grandly last week, composed of "the bronzed daughters of Uncle Sam—veterans all." Their average age was 30—as compared with 25 for the British—and all of them had played in at least one Curtis Cup before. Not long ago Anne Quast Welts, who has been a member of four U.S. teams, said: "It is harder to get off the Curtis Cup team than to get on it." Maybe so. It is a fact that U.S. teen-agers have spent the summer beating Curtis Cuppers—no cup team player has won a major championship since school let out.
On the other hand, only the dourest grouch would have complained about the selection of 46-year-old Helen Sigel Wilson for the U.S. squad. She had waited 16 years to step once again into one of the team's blue skirts, and she cried when the national anthem was played to open the matches. In some cases age before teen-age is laudable.
The U.S. team arrived at The Homestead the Sunday before the matches began. On Monday it was drilling shot after shot, hour after hour, down the Cascades' fairways in intense practice sessions overseen by its nonplaying captain, Mrs. Mark A. Porter.
Instructed to be careful with the press lest a chance remark prove to be impolitic, the team guarded its practice-round results like state secrets. Perhaps out of strategy, perhaps out of modesty, Mrs. Porter told a press conference Thursday that the best round by one of her players was an even-par 71. The truth, Lawyer David Welts later admitted, was that his wife had shot a 67 Thursday morning. Anne Welts blushed deeply. "Oh, it's so hard not to talk about it," she said. "It's two strokes better than I've ever shot in my life."
Friday morning there was a cold mist, and the bittersweet smell of wet pine came from the mountains. Mrs. Bolton pinned a bunch of heather to her blouse—the same heather she wore when she was captain of the team in 1956, the year the British last won—and led her crew of singers, salesgirls, hairdressers and garage employees down to the slaughter. U.S. Captain Porter countered by carefully counting the clubs in each of her player's bags and setting a good example with a nice noncontroversial smile.
But soon U.S. smiles faded. Each of the two days of play involved three foursome matches in the morning and six singles matches in the afternoon. Surprisingly, at the end of nine holes on Friday, the foursome matches were all even.
The pattern held until the 17th hole, where the top British pair of Bonallack and Armitage were 1 up on U.S. Champion Jean Ashley and her partner, Tish Preuss. There Susan, driving for the British, hit a tee shot that bounced toward the creek that runs along the right side of the fairway. The ball lodged in the bank, and only after the partners had put three gashes in it did the ball fly out. The U.S. won the hole with a par, and the match was again even.
Tish Preuss now had the honor. She stood on the 18th tee and hit a 4-wood within four feet of the pin. When Angela pulled the British tee shot into the woods on the left, the U.S. had won a big match. It was only the first one of the Curtis Cup, but the British collapse on the 17th and 18th holes had begun. Not one of the British players put her tee shot on the 18th green on Friday. Every one of them made a bogey or worse, losing point after point they might have won. The only victorious member of the British team that day was Ita Burke. She beat Mrs. Wilson—whom Pam Tredinnick was affectionately calling Granny—with a par 4 on the 17th hole. At nightfall the U.S. lead was 7-2.