Belleair Golf

To citizens of the Eastern U. S., the name of the town of Oshkosh, Wis., is admittedly funny. Indeed, to the citizens of the Eastern U. S., any town west of the Alleghanies with an Indian name seems good for a laugh. The mere allusion to one of these settlements, thrown out with a befitting sneer, rouses roars of mirth in any company and knights the dullest jackass as a wit. About the bulletin board of a golf club in Florida, stood a group of Eastern citizens, sunburnt, risible, reading the list of entries for the annual women's golf championship of Belleair Heights. They read with respect the names of Mrs. Dorothy Cambell Hurd of Philadelphia, national champion; Miss Glenna Collett of Providence, Miss Francis Hadfield of Milwaukee, Miss Dorothy Klotz of Chicago, Mrs G. H. Stetson of Philadelphia. Suddenly, one of their number pointed to a name, emitted a snicker. Others, following his shaking finger, perceived the joke, began to titter, to cackle. Soon a hysteria of amusement possessed the group; they laid hands upon one another, crowing; they pressed their sides, their eyes watered freely, they stamped upon the ground; some, more abandoned, slipped limply down and rolled, helpless, among the feet of those left standing. Oshkosh! They had seen the name of Oshkosh. A golfer from Oshkosh, Miss Bernice Wall, was going to play in the tournament. . . .

As play progressed, the mirth of those individuals who dedicated their waking hours to walking around the course after Miss Wall, distinctly lessened. Miss Glenna Collett was put out by Miss Hadfield with a 20-foot putt on the 19th green. The field dwindled. At last there were only two golfers left. One was Mrs. Hurd and the other--Miss Wall of Oshkosh. No laughs disturbed her while she, with alert composure, played stroke for stroke against the veteran in the final round. She had redeemed the name of Oshkosh, but Mrs. Hurd, more experienced, defeated her, "5 and 3."