Bob Jones, who stands with Harry Vardon and Ben Hogan as golf's greatest players, and who for many stands alone and unapproached, was 11 when he scored his first 80, 14 when he entered his first national championship and 28 in 1930 when he climaxed his career with his Grand Slam of the four major championships. This season of the 25th anniversary of that epochal feat, Bob has kindly consented to write some of the thoughts and memories evoked by a selection of photographs covering various stages of his competitive career. Next week's issue will present the second half of this abbreviated album—a group of photographs depicting several of the dramatic peaks of the Grand Slam of 1930 accompanied by more of Jones's eloquent comments.
"This picture was made at Montclair, Mew Jersey in 1918, during the period when I was engaged during school vacations in playing matches for the benefit of the Red Cross during World War 1.1 had the good fortune to play a number of these games with Chick Evans, Jerry Travers, Max Marston, Alexa Stirling, Elaine Rosenthal and quite a few others of our best amateurs and professionals. These matches provided priceless experience for a kid of 15 and 16. I learned lo loosen up my swing a little as the years went by."
"This is the approach to the 72nd green at Winged Foot in 1929, which was followed by a 12-foot putt to He Al Espinosa for the Open, which I won in a play-off. This was a real turning point for me because I think I should never have forgiven myself had I kicked away this championship. In the first round I had recovered from a bad start with an eagle 3 on the 5th and six straight 3s beginning at the 10th, so that I took the lead with a 69. I had been leading the field by three strokes starting the final round and had been playing as well as I knew how, until I got mixed up with some bunkers on the 8th and took 7. I had an unplayable lie on the 15th for another 7, so that this chip and the subsequent putt were all that enabled me to salvage a tie out of what should have been an easy victory."
"The picture above and the one at the right are interesting mainly because they illustrate the evolution of a style. The one above was made during the 1920 Amateur when I was 18, the second in 1930. Even allowing for the fact that I am using a wood in the first picture and an iron in the second, it is quite evident that my swing at 18 was a good bit flatter than in later years. It will be noted that the right shoulder has finished higher in the earlier picture and the right arm is more nearly parallel to the ground. It also appears that the body turn has been decreased as the years passed."
"The 18th green at St. Andrews during my match with Cyril Tolley in the British Amateur Championship. This was one of the most desperately contested matches in all my experience. Here I am playing a running approach through the Valley of Sin, while Andrew Kirkaldy, the famous old Scottish professional, holds the flag. Neither Tolley nor I got too close with our approaches and I had some very uncomfortable moments while he pulled from 12 feet for the match after I had missed from about 15. The match ended on the 19th green where my opponent left himself open for a stymie. This picture shows many landmarks of Old St. Andrews that I love so well—the Station Master's Garden, the D. Anderson Shed, the Swilcan Burn, and the Eden River across the far background."