Hope On Golf

September, 1954

Early one morning last week, I was up at the crack of my back and on the links for a fast eighteen holes. Being a little nearsighted, I lost my caddy, and for over an hour followed a squaw carrying a papoose. That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship with the Cleveland Indians, but it didn't do much for my golf game.I want you to know I didn't rush into my baseball deal with the Indians impulsively. My, no! I weighed pro and con and finally went pro. I love those Redskins, but who wants t...