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19TH HOLE: THE READERS TAKE OVER
July 30, 1956
ARE WOMEN PEOPLE? OH, BROTHER! Sirs:Mr. Marquand's vitriolic lady member (Are Women People at Happy Knoll?, SI, July 23) is unfortunately not a figment of the author's imagination. Today every golf club in the country has its Lydia Feltons, and I am sorry to say they have changed what used to be a meeting place of like-minded friends for the purpose of getting some exercise into a progressive day camp for adolescents and their footloose mothers.
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July 30, 1956

19th Hole: The Readers Take Over

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RUN-PRODUCING CHAMPIONS SINCE 1940

American League

1940

Ted Williams, Boston

279

1941

Ted Williams, Boston

255

1942

Ted Williams, Boston

278

1943

Rudy York, Detroit

208

1944

Robert Johnson, Boston

212

1945

Nick Etten, New York

188

1946

Ted Williams, Boston

265

1947

Ted Williams, Boston

239

1948

Joseph DiMaggio, New York

265

1949

Ted Williams, Boston

309

1950

Walt Dropo, Boston

245

1951

Ted Williams, Boston

235

1952

Larry Doby, Cleveland

208

1953

Al Rosen, Cleveland

260

1954

Orestes Minoso, Chicago

235

1955

Al Kaline, Detroit

223

National League

1940

John Mize, St. Louis

248

1941

Dolph Camilli, Brooklyn

212

1942

Mel Ott, New York

211

1943

Bill Nicholson, Chicago

223

1944

Bill Nicholson, Chicago

238

1945

Thomas Holmes, Boston

242

1946

Enos Slaughter, St. Louis

230

1947

John Mize, New York

275

1948

Stan Musial, St. Louis

266

1949

Stan Musial, St. Louis

251

1950

Ralph Kiner, Pittsburgh

230

1951

Ralph Kiner, Pittsburgh

215

1952

Henry Sauer, Chicago

210

1953

Edwin Snider, Brooklyn

258

1954

Edwin Snider, Brooklyn

250

1955

Edwin Snider, Brooklyn

262

ARE WOMEN PEOPLE? OH, BROTHER!
Sirs:
Mr. Marquand's vitriolic lady member (Are Women People at Happy Knoll?, SI, July 23) is unfortunately not a figment of the author's imagination. Today every golf club in the country has its Lydia Feltons, and I am sorry to say they have changed what used to be a meeting place of like-minded friends for the purpose of getting some exercise into a progressive day camp for adolescents and their footloose mothers.

Consider, for example, the changes that have taken place within the last few years at the club of which I have been a longtime member. Seven years ago we had a small club of about 65 active members, most of them residing in the city. Even members of neighboring clubs agreed that our golf links were among the best laid-out and best maintained within reach of New York.

As more and more young people began to take up residence in the communities surrounding our property, some of our older members, not wishing to be thought of as being behind the times, opened the club to some of these new arrivals, as a matter of fact, at a considerably reduced membership fee. They hoped, I believe, for some young blood on the links and some pleasant new golfing companions. Let me chronicle in short order what we actually got.

First, the two tennis courts, long dormant through disuse, were rebuilt for wives who did not themselves play golf. In addition we made Tuesday a regular Ladies Day for golfing, but all too soon were reminded that ladies wished to accompany their husbands also on the weekends.

One of our more exuberant members offered the club a swimming pool, which was accepted by the committee, overhastily, in my opinion. The pool has become the week-round social center for the teen-age sons and daughters of our younger members, and most of us have become accustomed to being treated with the indifferent arrogance which seems to be so much a part and parcel of that unfortunate age group.

The club today has regular Saturday night dances as well as Friday night barbecues around a newly constructed outdoor grill. Some of us regret that the putting green had to be drastically shortened to provide parking space for the cars of the many new members the club has had to absorb, presumably to pay for the new parking space. I sometimes feel that I can detect more familiar faces in the waiting room of the New York, New Haven & Hartford Railroad than I can find in the locker room of the club.

So far it has not been suggested that the golf links be flooded for water skiing by nonplaying wives and their children. But I consider this a matter of time only.

You will understand if I sign this letter with my initials only.
T. H. K.
New York City

FACTUAL AND AUTHENTIC HORRORS
Sirs:
Alice Higgins' reporting on the abominable practices by certain trainers and owners of the Tennessee Walking Horse (SI, July 23) is entirely factual and authentic. Of course, I could add a little to the list of horrors they inflict on show animals, such as the use of a wood screw in the cleft of the frog, tacks in a leather pad between shoe and hoof, and pins, old Victrola needles or the business end of a horseshoe nail in the inside of the bell boots which have been recently sanctioned for use to prevent speedy cutting or overreaching.

This piece was long overdue, and I am delighted to see it come out in a magazine of national prominence such as SPORTS ILLUSTRATED. About 1953, when I was a part-time columnist on horse matters for the Nashville Banner, and reported on local horse shows, I put several pieces in my weekly column on the subject. It got me some fan mail, mostly anonymous and abusive. One Walking Horse exhibitor, asked for an opinion on my outbursts, remarked scathingly that I was "Nothin' but one of them jumper people, tryin' to harm the Plantation Horse."
CAMPBELL H. BROWN
Nashville

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