FOR the modern beginner at golf to
attain a fair degree of proficiency is, if he pursue his object in
the proper way, an immeasurably easier matter than it was for any of
us who started to play in the days of the gutta-percha ball. And it
is possible to exhibit a deal of Christian philosophy in
congratulating the newer inhabitants of the golfing world in respect
to this facility, because I am certain that those people who went
through the mill in the earlier days of the pastime obtained, of
sheer necessity, a knowledge of shots such as the rubber-cored ball,
under present conditions, never encourages. That knowledge has been
the great and faithful stand-by of the older players in times of strenuous competition with younger
rivals.
On a recent summer's afternoon, when
the ball had been soaring and bounding from well-hit tee shots over
some 300 yards of country, when the course, even as we finished at
five o'clock, seemed to be alive at every point with folk in full
enjoyment of this wonderful game, I fell to thinking in a more or
less haphazard way of the developments which had taken place in golf
during the time that I had known it. And I could not help marvelling
; I could not help rejoicing at having been lucky enough to live
through what had been surely the most crowded age that ever pastime
knew.
It is just about twenty years since I
began to make a deep and earnest study of golf. Of course, I have
played it a good deal longer than that, but my earlier efforts were
of a rather light-hearted description, and I had no idea that the
game would ever be more to me than a means of occasional diversion.
Twenty years represent, perhaps, a considerable portion of a person's
life, but they pass quickly when events move so rapidly as they have
moved in golf.
Matters of the moment and possibilities
of the immediate future are apt to completely fill the mind ; and
when one sits down to reflect on the transformation that two decades
have produced, memories and the comparisons which they engender
appear to one almost in the nature of revelations.
There has been no period in the history
of the game so pregnant with evolution as the past seven or eight
years, since golfers began to understand the possibilities of the
rubber-cored ball and to adapt themselves to the new manner of
playing provoked by that revolutionary invention. For, so far
as one can discuss such a matter in a
general way, a method of hitting the shots different from that which
prevailed in the days of the gutta-percha ball has most certainly
come into vogue. Such, at least, is the opinion which I have formed
after travelling many thousands of miles in pursuit of
golf, visiting many hundreds of
courses, and seeing the pastime during these twenty years in all its
phases ; and I will endeavour to justify the belief before I reach
the end of this chapter.
That the rubber-cored ball has done,
and is still doing, a great deal to spoil golf as an athletic and
scientific recreation I feel convinced. It is still a great game, and
nothing can kill the peculiar fascination which it exercises over its
devotees, and yet it seems to me to be a different
sort of game from that which we played
with the gutta-percha ball. But here I may perhaps be permitted to
say that, regretful as I am at the reign of the rubber-core, which
has removed much of the old necessity for thought and grace of style,
I fear that nothing but indescribable chaos would result if the
suggestion to standardize the gutty for competitions, put forward in
several influential quarters, were adopted.
We must not forget that, for countless
thousands of people, the rubber-core has greatly increased the
enjoyment of golf by making the game
much more easy. It may be that they can only spare the time to play
two days a week, and they want to extract the maximum amount of
pleasure that those
two days and the opposition will allow.
Nothing would induce them to return to the gutty (or, as it would be
in many cases, play with it for the first time), and personally I do
not blame them. Then what would be the position ? It would be a state
of confusion far worse than anything which now exists, although the
present situation truly offers food for thought.
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