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Liked or not, until the summer of 1955 Sayres was the king of racing. Then, just before last year's Gold Cup, began a chain of events that ended the rule of the Sayres combine. In a trial run the skittish Mo V did a back flip, injuring Lou Fageol and prompting his immediate retirement. During the race itself Mo IV burned out her engine near the final lap. For the first time since Sayres entered the field the Cup went to Detroit. Sayres sold Slo-Mo V to a group of Seattle sportsmen. Mo IV, he said, was now his family runabout. He himself was through with racing.
Except for a sorrowful finale at last month's Gold Cup, he was. Sayres brought Mo IV out and trucked her to Detroit for one last challenge, but before she could make her run for the money, she hit the wake of a patrol boat and flipped, tearing herself apart and nearly killing Joe Taggart.
That was the end. Sayres went home tired and depressed, worried about his friend Taggart. Slo-Mo's remains were shipped back to Seattle, where a crowd of more than 1,000 loyal townsmen filed past them to pay final respects. Then, last week, while the line still sifted past the hull of the old champion, Stan Sayres died quietly in bed.
3 x 13 + 5 x 4 = 59
Golfers dream of a day when the unstable compound of good luck, top form and inspiration will hold together somehow through 18 holes and produce a really stunning round of golf. And every once in a while this dream comes true.
It happened in Memphis just the other day. Playing in a foursome, using the championship tees, following USGA rules and putting all putts, this fellow went around the 6,617-yard course of the Memphis Country Club in 59, 11 under par. He was never in the rough or in a sand trap and never even threatened with a bogie. He shot 13 3s and five 4s. It was, as one observer put it, "simple but staggering—big drive, great iron, bang and in, for 18 consecutive holes."
His name? Cary Middlecoff, who has been playing the Memphis course since he was a boy.
Two years ago when Cary lowered the course record to 61, everybody at the Memphis Country Club agreed it could never be beaten. Now, contemplating the 59, club members say, "Yes, yes, we know. But this time we are positive."
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