The Feed & the Slaughter

The first thing the British Ryder Cup golf team did upon reaching the U.S., was to consume ten man-sized steaks--one per man. Then, in subsequent meals, they shoveled in eggs and chops and more steak. They hadn't eaten like that since Hitler started his march through Europe. Said Commander C.R.T. Roe, the non-playing British captain: "The ham I ate for breakfast would last a month in England." They ate their way cross-country to Portland, Ore. and arrived on the playing scene as contented, and as unready for battle, as a cat with canary feathers in his mouth.

Ben Hogan & Co. of the U.S. were waiting on the rain-flooded Portland Golf Club course to take them apart. They did, 11-1. It was the worst shellacking any Ryder Cup team had taken in 16 years. Said Britain's crack pro Henry Cotton: "We didn't deserve to win."

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