Bobby's Open: Mr. Jones and the Golf Shot That Defined a Legend

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Text copyright © 2012 Steven Reid

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Dedicated to my parents: to my father Donald for the infinite patience and tolerance he showed whilst introducing me to golf and to my mother Joan for her endless giving.

Contents

Title page

Copyright

Dedication

List of figures and plates

Foreword

Preface

1. ‘My, but you’re a wonder, sir!’

2. On genius and temperament

3. The first crossing

4. The transformation

5. On strain and destiny

6. The second crossing

7. The story of St Anne’s

8. A glimpse into the hall of Valhalla

9. Final preparations

10. Meet the players

11. The first day

12. The second day

13. The final day

14. A teaspoonful of sand

15. The final hole

16. The presentation

17. Mr Jones turns sleuth

18. Free, at last!

Bibliography

Sources, notes and acknowledgements

Appendices

A. Final leader board, 1926 British Open Championship

B. The course at St Anne’s then and now

C. Bobby Jones and the Claret Jug puzzle

D. Tommy Armour on Jones

E. The Berrie portrait

F. Just one more time – Jones visits St Anne’s in 1944

Index

Plate section

List of figures and plates

Images in the text

Figure 1. The 1934 survey of the seventeenth hole at Royal Lytham and St Anne’s.

Figure 2. Jones’s reply of 12 June 1958 to a letter he had received from the secretary of Royal Lytham and St Anne’s.

Figure 3. The reply by the secretary, dated 21 August 1958.

Figure 4. Jones’s reply of 27 August 1958.

Figure 5. Letter from Jones to the Royal Lytham and St Anne’s club, dated 14 September 1960.

Figure 6. Jones’s letter of 17 March 1953 to Sir Ernest Royden about the Berrie portrait.

Plate section

Plate 1. Mr R.T. Jones Jnr by J.A.A. Berrie.

Plate 2. Wild Bill Melhorn and Bobby Jones.

Plate 3. Mr George Von Elm.

Plate 4. The unique and irrepressible Walter Hagen.

Plate 5. Tom Barber of Cavendish.

Plate 6. Jones driving, watched by hatted spectators.

Plate 7. Jones putting at the old thirteenth green, now the fourteenth.

Plate 8. Wild Bill Melhorn tee shot at a short hole, probably the fifth.

Plate 9. Hagen’s tee shot to the fifteenth in the third round on the final day.

Plate 10. Jones and Al Watrous leave the first tee in the final round.

Plate 11. Watrous drives at the third hole in the final round.

Plate 12. Jones tees off at a short hole on the final day, watched by his caddie Jack McIntire.

Plate 13. Crowd control, 1926 style – the gallery follow Watrous and Jones down the sixth hole in the final round.

Plate 14. Jones plays a pitch to the sixth green.

Plate 15. Watrous watches Jones play to the seventh green.

Plate 16. Jones watches the first Watrous putt on the seventh green.

Plate 17. The first wobble by Watrous, at the tenth hole in the final round.

Plate 18. The final green.

Plate 19. Jones, having come close to finding the bunker behind the last green, plays his penultimate stroke.

Plate 20. The final putt.

Plate 21. Awaiting the presentation ceremony, the winner signs autographs.

Plate 22. Hagen presents a nonplussed Jones with an outsized niblick.

Plate 23. Jones makes his acceptance speech.

Plate 24. Jones with Norman Boase, Chairman on the R&A Championship Committee and a cheerful Hagen behind.

Plate 25. Hero worship after the presentation, including eleven helmeted policemen (or ‘bobbies’).

Plate 26. The exhausted champion.

Plate 27. The photograph submitted to Jones in 1958 asking whether this was the wonder shot at the penultimate hole (see chapter 17).

Plate 28. Another photograph, of exactly the same shot (in chapter 17 this is shown to have been played at the fourteenth hole in the third round).

Plate 29. The plaque created at the suggestion of Henry Cotton to mark the spot from where the ‘immortal shot’ was played.

Plate 30. Jones in USAAF uniform before the Berrie portrait in the clubhouse.

Foreword

by Jack Nicklaus

In Bobby’s Open there are two chief characters: one a golf course; the other one of history’s most outstanding golfers. As I have had the privilege of knowing both of them, I was delighted to be invited to contribute a foreword.

The golf course is the links layout of the Royal Lytham and St Anne’s Golf Club. In 1963, and at the age of 23, I was on the brink of winning my first British Open when my youthful inexperience, combined with the fiendishly difficult last four holes at Royal Lytham denied me that chance. A week later, I won my first PGA Championship but the lessons learned at Royal Lytham dwelled with me for years to come. During that week and subsequent visits for Opens and the Ryder Cup, I came to greatly admire and respect the way the course tests a player’s complete game. Although I never won an Open there, I came to recognise the thorough examination it presents to a player aspiring to win there.

The golfer is the unique and iconic Bob Jones.

I grew up idolising Mr Jones, first learning of his name and achievements from my father and other members at Scioto Country Club, the club in Columbus, Ohio, where I not only learned to play the game of golf as a boy but where Mr Jones won the 1926 US Open. While my awareness of him was keen due to the stories that had endured more than a quarter-century since that victory, my first meeting with Bob Jones came when I was fifteen years old and playing in the US Amateur in 1955. I remember that as I was walking off the eighteenth green of my final practice round on the James River Course at the Country Club of Virginia, someone called me over and said, ‘Mr Jones would like to meet you.’ I walked over, and he said, ‘Young man, I’ve been sitting behind this green here for the last couple of hours, and there have been only a few people reach this green in two, and you were one of them. I wanted to congratulate you.’ That evening, Bob Jones was the speaker at the banquet and at one point he said to me that he was going to come out and watch my first match. The nerves that accompany a fifteen-year-old playing in his first national amateur were already a bit exposed, especially when facing the formidable Bob Gardner, who went on to play in the Walker Cup, World Cup, and many other international amateur events. I actually had Bob down one hole after ten holes, despite anxiously awaiting the arrival of Mr Jones. All of sudden, coming down the tenth fairway, was Bob Jones. All I could think was, ‘Oh my goodness.’ He followed me for three holes, during which I went bogey-bogey-double bogey and went from one up in my match to two down. Sensing that his presence was affecting my game, he showed great consideration and thoughtfulness by turning to my father and said, ‘I don’t believe I’m doing young Jack much good. I think I’d better get out of here.’ Although I lost on the last green, I took away a great impression of his sensitivity and concern.

I had the pleasure of seeing Bob Jones on many occasions after that. The most memorable, of course, was each time I went to Augusta National – a place that has always been very special to me, a mystique only enhanced by the history and the aura of Bob Jones, and what he meant to Augusta National and The Masters Tournament. I never actually saw Bob Jones play golf, which is a source of personal regret. Yet from film footage and the mental images I have created from so many conversations with people who knew him well, it is clear he had a swing that could be described as a work of art. Just as important as his technique was his ability to compete and win under the immense pressure he imposed on himself.

So much has been said, written and celebrated about Bob Jones, but in these pages there is a new overview on how he overcame self-admitted problems to achieve such greatness and become a standard by which many other champions, including my own career, were measured. The entire 1926 Championship is brought back to life in these pages. The book allows readers to travel with Bob Jones as he struggled with his game before finally hitting that justly celebrated shot at the 71st hole. It was a shot that summed up Jones as a man as well as a golfer.

During my early years playing in the Masters in the 1960s, my father and I used to treasure the time we spent talking with him in the Jones Cabin. He thought and cared deeply about the game, and with the publication in this book of the previously unknown letters from Jones to Royal Lytham, written in 1958, there is a glimpse into the keen enquiring mind that stayed with him despite his illness and an awareness of his enduring humanity.

Bob Jones was in so many ways a remarkable golfer and man. This book rightly presents him as such to the reader of today.

Preface

This is not just another book about Bobby Jones. Let’s be honest, there is no need for ‘just another book’ about Bobby Jones. Instead it fits into a new genre of ‘Openography’, telling the story of how one Open Championship unfolded and evolved. In the case of the 1926 British Open played at Royal Lytham & St Anne’s Golf Club, this account is also inevitably about one golfer, Robert Tyre Jones Jnr.

In examining how he came to win at St Anne’s, it is revealing to review Jones’s first transatlantic crossing and to trace in detail how he solved his earlier problems with temperament. From 1926 onwards he was to become the perfect winning machine and established a record that will never be equalled.

In the qualifying round for the British Open, Jones played at Sunningdale what is judged by many to have been the most nearly perfect round ever completed. Contemporary accounts give a flavour of the impact on those fortunate enough to have witnessed it.

The newspaper accounts of the time give a full account of the happenings during a memorable championship at St Anne’s, encapsulated by the famous shot from sand at the 71st hole that gave Jones his victory.

The discovery of previously unknown correspondence between the club and Jones in 1958 reveals the extent of his inquiring mind that stayed alert despite his crippling illness.

As it is hoped that the book will be of interest on both sides of the Atlantic, the Open (as it is known to British readers) is described throughout as the British Open, notwithstanding the dismay this will generate in traditionalists on one side of the Atlantic! For similar reasons the Amateur will be described as the British Amateur. Bernard Darwin will be spinning in his grave.

In adult life, Jones disliked being called Bobby, being known as Robert by his mother, Rob by his father, Bob by his friends, Bub by his grandchildren and occasionally Rubber Tyre by a playful O.B. Keeler. It is because he was universally known by the golfing public as ‘Bobby’ that he will be referred to as such in this work.

The place Jones came to occupy in the world of golf is delightfully revealed in the account given by Sidney L. Matthew in The Life and Times of Bobby Jones. He describes the experience of Jones’s long-standing friend, Robert W. Woodruff, when playing the Old Course at St Andrews. He was rather pleased when at the fifth hole he reached the front of the par-five fifth green in three shots. Turning to his rather ‘crusty old caddie’ he was foolish enough to say, ‘That was three pretty good shots, don’t you think?’ The caddie responded, ‘When I caddied for Bobby Jones, he was here in two.’ Inadvisedly the golfer mischievously retorted, ‘Who’s Bobby Jones?’ Woodruff recounted how ‘The caddy could only stare at me, back off a step, then another, taking the golf bag off his shoulder and laying it on the ground as he continued to pace still further backwards incredulously. The caddy then turned towards the clubhouse and he never looked back.’ Woodruff recalled, ‘And he didn’t come back.’

Ecce homo – behold the man.

Steven Reid, St Anne’s 2012

CHAPTER ONE

‘My, but you’re a wonder, sir!’

It is not often that anything good comes out of the mouth of a caddie, but from time to time an utterance captures an occasion perfectly.

By 1936, it was getting on for six years since Bobby Jones had retired from competitive golf. He had reached the summit of the game by winning all four major championships – the British Open, British Amateur, US Open, US Amateur – in 1930, thereby triumphing in the events that made up what had been first described as the Impregnable Quadrilateral and subsequently, in more familiar terms, as the Grand Slam.

He had crossed the Atlantic once more with his wife Mary to attend the 1936 Olympics, held in Berlin as clouds gathered over Europe. His fellow travellers were the writer Grantland Rice and Robert Woodruff, along with their wives. After the sailing across the Atlantic, they broke their journey to Germany by spending a few days in Britain. Although Jones’s game was indifferent, he had brought his clubs with him and accepted Woodruff’s invitation to spend some time in Gleneagles, Scotland. To his delight his golf improved and after shooting two rounds of 71 his spirits lifted.

At dinner that evening, Jones’s mind wandered and he felt the call of the ‘Old Lady’ of St Andrews. Surely he could not drive past the Old Course and not return to pay his respects? Accordingly a chauffeur was dispatched to enter his name and that of Woodruff for an afternoon round. The next day, Jones and Woodruff enjoyed a lunch with Norman Boase, then captain of the Royal and Ancient Golf Club (known to golfers everywhere simply as the R&A). Ten years earlier Boase had been chairman of the R&A’s Championship Committee that had organised the holding of the Open Championship at Royal Lytham & St Anne’s and by happy coincidence had led the young Jones out to the presentation ceremony after his win there.

At St Andrews, Boase had arranged for Willie Auchterlonie, winner of the Open in 1893, and Gordon Lockhart, professional at Gleneagles, to play with Jones and Woodruff. When Jones came down from lunch, he was concerned to see a large crowd of some 2,000 was around the first tee. Perhaps he had inadvertently chosen a day when some large tournament was being played? It was worse than that – he realised that the crowd was there to watch him!

Someone had noticed the name R.T. Jones Jnr on the drawsheet. The word had spread like wildfire through the auld grey town. Thousands abandoned their tasks and wandered down to the course. Shopkeepers heard the news and many closed up for the day. One left a note on his shop door explaining why his shop was mysteriously closed. The note simply said, ‘Bobby’s back.’

As the match got underway and the golfers headed away from the clubhouse, the crowd continued to grow and Rice estimated that it reached 6,000. Without any marshalling, an element of chaos was inevitable as the match struggled to make its way out down the course. Thankfully the crowd lifted Jones’s game and after birdies at the second, the fifth and the sixth, he came to the eighth tee where he hit a soft four-iron shot that rolled back the years. Hit with a delicate fade, the ball cut around the mound that protected the pin and came to rest just eight feet from the flag. What happened next had remained a personal internal memory with Jones, until he revealed it in his book Golf is My Game published in 1961. Perhaps sensing the escalating problems with his health and aware that this book was likely to be ‘my last utterance on the subject of golf’, he overcame his innate modesty to share that experience with others: as he put the club back into the bag, the caddie, a young man in his early twenties, said to Jones under his breath, ‘My, but you’re a wonder, sir!’

* * *

On 17 March 1902 unto the world of golf Robert Tyre Jones Jnr was given. From an early age and until he retired from competitive golf at the age of 28, he gave and gave to the world of golf until he could give no more.

There are sufficient accounts of his early life to preclude the need for yet another here, but there are some happenings and influences that should be mentioned because of the part they played in producing this unique golfer. During his playing career he indicated his perception that predestination was applied to many events. Perhaps it was preordained that personalities and events should combine to create the setting in which his talents could develop and flourish.

Bobby’s middle name ‘Tyre’, with its Old Testament and other overtones, was first given to Bobby’s grandfather, Robert Tyre Jones. Born in 1849, here was a man, generally known as ‘R.T.’, with a considerable physical presence. He was 6′ 5″ tall, for that time a remarkable height. He had known hard times in the aftermath of the American Civil War, trying to help on his father’s farm and in his cousin’s general store in Northern Georgia. Believing that the nearby town of Canton could support a general store of its own, he committed his entire savings of $500 to the process of creating one. From that successful beginning, he was involved in the setting up of the Bank of Canton and then created the Canton Textile Mills that were to make his fortune. A man of strong faith, he served for forty years as Superintendent of the First Baptist Church in Canton and shunned ‘womanising, smoking, cursing or drinking.’

Bobby’s father was given the forenames of Robert Permedus and subsequently became widely known as ‘The Colonel’. He was a more than useful baseball player and were it not for his own austere father, he would have signed a contract to play for the Brooklyn Club in the National League. A parental veto came into effect with the words, ‘I didn’t send you to college to become a professional baseball player’ and instead a career was forged in the law. When R.T. was told that his son was a good baseball player, his retort was that ‘You