Apart from the robust quality of the play, the most amazing thing about senior golf is how it has suddenly in the last few years become the hottest development in the whole golf picture. Over 300 of the breed from 33 different states, Cuba and Canada competed in the North and South Championship. Eight hundred more are already on the waiting list for invitations. It's the same with all the other senior organizations—the U.S. Seniors, the American Seniors, the Southern Seniors, the Metropolitan Seniors, the Western Seniors, et al.; their memberships have long been filled. Today, just about the only way to join a senior organization is to start one yourself.
Perhaps the most incisive comment on the whole astounding business is that this coming summer when the U.S.G.A. will conduct the first official National Seniors Championship, it will have to hold sectional qualifying rounds to insure that every aspirant gets a fair opportunity. As the poet has writ, old golfers never die, they just fade their shots a little more accurately into the pin.
This evening as I was checking out of the Carolina, there was the usual impossible-not-to-overhear conversation. "I was out in 39, Ellery," a man in a scarlet tweed jacket was moaning. "I did it by chipping in twice, and I was still one down." His companion inquired with a faint veneer of sympathy how he had finally made out. "Oh, I lost 3 and 2," the man in the scarlet coat said sadly. "My opponent said he was 69 years old. Hell, if he's a day over 61, I'm Harry Truman's caddy."