All of us who were fortunate enough to be on hand for the fifth Canada Cup match will carry with us a hundred and one pleasant memories of a tournament that was beautifully run and beautifully won—the greatest victory the Japanese have ever scored in a major sports competition. (Nakamura may well become a national hero, and he is a fine type of man for such a spot.) For myself, if I were to try to select just one typical visual impression to epitomize the happy affair, I know what it would be. It would be a landscape, the view you get as you look down a long par 4 from behind the green toward the distant tee. Under the slate-gray sky, with the pines tall in the background, a foursome of golfers is walking down the fairway after their tee shots. And out in front of the players, hustling along almost in perfect step, all gaiety and yet all proficiency, moves a quartet of girl caddies in their red jackets, bright as tanagers against the gray pastel of the autumn scene.