Well, I was in third place about an hour ago, and now I'm in 20th ... and you're one painting short.

'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale

One of the things I'm most proud of looking back in my little black book is that my career had a lot of consistency,

It shows you how important one stroke really is in golf, ... One shot doesn't sound like much, but I won eight times in 1944, improved one-third of a shot in '45 and won 18 times.

From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. . . . . The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.

Alma is in a painting phase, and the people she paints are all the color of mold, look like they've just been dredged from the bottom of a lake. Her last painting was of you, slouching against the front door: only your frowning I-had-a-lousy-Third-World-childhood-and-all-I-got-was-this-attitude eyes recognizable.