Evening Star Newspaper, November 23, 1930, Page 82

unfailing income from supplies sold at the club. It is said that the sale of balls and such at the BY far the greater amount of supplies are sold who needed clubs and with clubs which were on the lookout for pros. It was simple and effec- tive. Pros without jobs were placed in clubs without pros. There was only one string at- tached to the man when he took the position. “You must handle our brand of golf goods,” said the manufacturer. The pro was perfectly Usually the club didn't care, because the goods were standard and of the best quality. THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C, NOVEMBER 23, 1930, Walter Hagen holding the cup presented to him by the Prince of winning his third British open golf championship at Sandwich, En makes a real asset out of the equity property. A Detroit club which is within growing city’s limits was recently valued they ought to cash in. A Los Angeles faced with a similar happy crisis sold out for i i § 13z 8 (TR *3 gggggg g §.:9 338 ; § j - : F] No obstacle is too great to pre- the gol anatics from putting in their - fairways. In Vermomt solid rock was blasted out of a nine-hole Mnks. Down in Florida Lake Worth was sucked dry for a 110-acre course. New Mexico at Cloudcroft has a course 9,000 feet above sea level. British and American enthusiasts have taken the game to the ends of the earth. There is a~ course at Tocopilla, Chile, without a single blade i burst through the jungle to a clearing in the Belgian Kongo to find white men solemnly putt- ing or fervently cursing misplaced shots. The holes were coffee cans; the caddies were blacks as naked as Adam. - So great is our national passion for golf that it has gone beyond the stage of » fad and be- come a. real necessity. Philanthropists have recognized it as such and have put it on the * same footing as the more direct charities. The elder Patterson, who headed the National Cash Register Co., gave to Dayton, Ohio, what was perbaps the first American property ever do- nated for a course. There are now two 18-hole courses on it. And many other rich men have made it possible for less fortunate citizens to enjoy the game they love so much. Brick Industry Declines Tnlhnckhdndnhuuflaedmiderpbly in the past two or three years, so much so that the production figures for 1927 and 1929 5,634,000 thousands. This means g drop of $18,000,000 in income to brick manufacture; “DROP-SCENES FROM THE DRAMA”— By StephenLeacoct One of the Sketches Written by The Star Magazine’s “Galaxy of Gayety"—Other Writers Who Contribute Are Sam Hellman, Ellis Parker Butler, Donald Ogden Stewart, P.G. Wodehouse v and Richard Cennell. i g i N, : Hubert! (Shc turns deadly pale, then a flcod of erimson suffuses her face. ‘%~ “‘again ‘s deadly pollor invades it.) And they proceed to hold a dialogue lke Gwe:.., b, come to me! Nay, Hubert, flee! Ply! Gwycnnth! Fly! Flec! Your lile is in danger! What do I eare for life, Gwennyth! (He rushes to her and seises her in his arms) : (struggling in vain): Hubert, un- Hubert and Gwennyth twirl round the bat- tlements in a sort of athletic catch-as-catch can. Hubert's conversation is like a series of short barks—"Wow! Wow!”’ Gwennyth, though she loves him, tries in vain to tear her- from Hubert's 3 ’I'nllltheoldnrl.evldenfly--d.d-. pulls himself together. But the physician, the gray-haired physician, has bent over Hubert and put his ear to Hubert’s stomach. He raises his hand. “Not !1” he says. “He may yet live.” And the oM earl breaks out again, “What! Not dead! Ho! Quick, a cordiall Fetch a bucketfal,” and so on. in a clatier of excitement and torchlight, Hubert revives slightly (one minute), stands up feebly (two minutes), walks firmly (three minutes), and, in fact, in four minutes and a half the whole play ends in a glow of Ry b WAL igfigfié!fifi%‘ E'g 35 g§§‘§ el gl TR you the battlement scene of the play of that Otter Is Champion. of which he {1 gilggrgg 1 o B i £ § ] g ¥R 2 Act 6, division 8, portion 3, Hubert's sitting room in the Battlement Apartments, New York, Hubert is seated alone before the grate. The time is 2:30 am., which means that he is ex- pecting visitors. 3 Hubert sits there. Occasionally he gets up and moves over to the table and back, once “Cigarette?” ‘““Thanks.” “Match?” “Cocktail?” “Got any loose? Yes.” They both drink.. cockiail, a thing which always fascinates an audience that hasn't had a cocktail for two hours and a half. Gwennyth yawns, stretching out her “Let’s elope.” . “Do you want to?” “Yes.” “Suppose you go down to the railway sta- pears, closing the door behind her. Hubert says, Good n—" and then he stops.