Say No More?

Invercargill (pop. 31,613), N.Z. has rocked since January with news of the holes in one shot by Mrs. Frank Small, a 61-year-old grandmother who plays in the upper-90s. When she shot No. 7 fortnight ago (TIME, April 27), the argument boiled stronger than ever. Skeptics insisted her string of luck was incredible, that there must be some undiscovered explanation. But the greens on Invercargill's course are not built like funnels; other golfers have not been duplicating Mrs. Small's feats. Moreover, there had been witnesses to all seven of her holes in one, usually different sets of witnesses. Mrs. Small, flustered and distressed by the publicity, seemed to want to forget the whole thing.

But last week, playing in a friendly foursome, Golfer Small was again reminded of her uncanny accuracy. On a 114-yd. hole, her tee shot arched to the green and dribbled plunk into the cup for her eighth hole in one. Minutes later, on a 190-yd. hole, she sank No. 9. Said Mrs. Small, hopefully: "This doubleheader may have put the cork in the bottle."

One New Zealand editor refused to believe, or print, details of the double head er. Mrs. Small, reported Invercargill's Southland Daily News, was "so hurt" by such disbelief that "she has sworn that if she has another hole in one she will say nothing about it."

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