"One-Club" Johnson...
            the greatest
                  golfer of all
    time — locked in
            a head-to-head
                  golfer of tournament with
    Irish bill O'Shay.

     On a cheerful,
                  golfer of sunny day,
    the mockingbirds,
      they were a'singing...

                  of the morning's
    dew on the fair
            ways of the
                  of Broken Bend
    Golf Club and
      Physical Association
                          was steaming
    off in the onslaught
            of warmth from
                          first sun.

    What a fine day
            for a golf
                          match — a
    friendly, wee game...
            the brotherhood of
                          the green... a
    flamin' bloody
            war, this was
                          to be!

    Forget
    the niceties! Irish
            Bill and "One-Club"
                          had no love
    for the other –
            each claiming
                          to be the.
    best – each with a
            string of victories
                          beyond man's
    recall.

                          Irish Bill –
    possessor of golfdom's
            most varied bag
                          of forehand and
    interlocking grips.
            He didn't just
                          hold a club —
    no... it looked as
            if Irish was
                          playing a
    clarinet. Fingers
            flying about, then
                          interlocking...
    an opponent could
            blink, Irish was
                          already through
    his back swing and
            coming down hard
                          in one God-
    awful drive.
                          One
    white, three-
            hundred-and-
                          thirty-three-
    dimpled orb was at
            the point of Irish
                          Bill's full furry
    as the big driver
            smashed home;
                          leaving a tear
    in the sky that
            took the air
                          ten seconds to
    fill in!

                          The gallery
    gasped!

            All that
    is, except "One-Club"
            Johnson... who
                          calmly beckoned
    his caddy and
            was handed a
                          club. No
    mistake about which
            club to use, as
                          Johnson had
    only
    one
    club.

                          One club –
    hence the name –
            and that implement
                          was "the" club...
    Johnson's trusty
            sand wedge.

                          The
    sand wedge... it
            could do it
                          all in "One-
    Club's" hands... and
            to do it all
                          is what Johnson
    expected, and
            received.

                          With confidence
    oozing all over
            the tee from
                          "One-Club's"
    glistening smile —
            the great man
                          took dead aim
    on his ball – a yellow-ish
            one at that – and
                          with a short,
    blasting stroke,
            sent his missile
                          rocketing down
    the fairway for
            three hundred
      yards.

                          The gallery
    double gasped!!
                          And,
    "One-Club" turned –
            calmly inserting the
                          sand wedge back
                              into its bag.

    ("One-Club" was
            the one pro caddies
                          scrambled to
    carry for:
            Load-light,
                          pay-right!)

                          How "One-Club"
    could get a sand
            wedge to dispatch
                          a golf ball
    three hundred yards
            remains, to this
                          day, a much-
    often-seen, but
            still un-believed
                          technique.
    Put another way:
            no one knew
                          how "One-
    Club" did it.
                          Fairway shot,
    and Irish Bill was
            the master – he
                          and the
    deadly five iron.
            No traps for
                          Bill – he put
    the ball on the
            green with a
                          shot that
    looked pure ballet.

                          "One-Club"
    Johnson – once
            again calling
                          for the sand
    wedge – made
            some odd posturing...
                          some sort of
    incantation...
                          look quickly!
    You didn't even
            see it, did ya'
                          boys – gone
    like last year's
            income tax refund.
                               On the green!

                          "One-club"
    addressed his ball.
            Again the sand
                          wedge was
    called for and now
            the club "addressed"
                          the ball. "One-
    Club" spun the
            wedge around so
                          that its heel
    faced the ball...
            and with a gentle
                          tap...
    plop!
                          Hole,
    after hole, it
            was sand wedge
                          against every-
    thing Irish Bill
            had in his
                          bag.

                          Deadlocked
    right to the
            eighteenth.
                          Every hole
    birdied ם this
            documented in
                          the Broken
    Bend Gazette the
            following day.

                          Then,
    trouble on the
            last fairway.

                          Par-five, and
    Irish Bill was on
            the green in
                          two.
                             "One-
    Club", in two shots
            had found a trap
                          at green's
    edge. Irish Bill...
            smooth as silk...
                          fingers flying...
    set the grip and
            nudged the ball
                          towards eighteen's
    pin.
                          Not enough
    steam! Irish's
            ball stops just
                          short of the
    lip! (Birdie still in
            the offing.)

                          Stepping
    down into the
            trap, "One-Club"
                          calls for and
    is handed the
            sand wedge.
                          Here and
    reopening... locking...
            shifting... then,
                          quicker than
    now, the golf club
            is in its true
                          habitat, and
    the golfer using it
            lives for the
                          challenge of
    the meanest of traps.

                          An explosion
    of sand! The
            ball lofts from
                          the miniature
    Sahara. The
            crowd holds
                          its breath as
    the ball hits the
            green and
                          dribbles its
    way to the cup...
                                                     plop!

                          The crowd
    treble gasps!!!

                          An
    eagle!

                          Irish Bill
    faints!

                          "One-Club"
    unassumingly places
            the sand wedge
                          into its bag.
    And, the gallery
            swarms their hero...
                          "One-Club"
                                Johnson.

    When
    asked
    by
    a
            local
                          reporter how
    he could
            make one club
                          do it all –
    "One-Club" answered
            that the secret
                          was not so
    much in the
            club, but in
                          ball.
    Explaining that
            a regular ball
                          would be
    sliced to ribbons
            by the sand
                          wedge's leading
    blade when driving...
                                                               nope.

    According to
            "One-Club" Johnson,
                          the only
    way you can
            use a sand wedge
                          throughout your
    entire game of
            golf is to play
                          with something
    tough!
                          "Ya gotta
    play with
            brass
                          balls."

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