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160 IT TOOK NINE TAILORS
tention. The best one I ever knew used to wear squeaky shoes. When everything was quiet, and just as I started to hit the ball, I would hear this fellow start to walk behind me. Voom! I would blow the shot.
One of the best tantalizers was Jim Oviatt, who owned the largest haberdashery in Los Angeles. I was one of his best customers both on and off the golf course. We used to play regularly with Dave Butler, director of such hits as Sunny Side Up and The Road to Morocco. Oviatt would bring a piece of buckram from his tailor shop and carry it in his bag. Just as I would lean over to putt, he would tear the buckram. R-r-r-rip! It sounded as though I had just split the seat of my pants. Or he would light his pipe with a big kitchen match exactly at the moment I was addressing the ball. Scr-r-ratch on the sole of his shoe! It was all in fun, but for fifty dollars Nassau it was expensive amusement.
From the fairway there is always a good chance that your opponent will knock his ball into a sand trap. Then you must beware; you cannot afford to be coy or bashful, but must step up and watch him hit the ball out of the trap. Because he may be a sand hog, and if he is, the ball will sail out of the trap and onto the green in the wink of an eye. A sand hog is a man who scrapes away the sand on his backswing, thus leaving the ball exposed so that he can easily knock it on the green. If he is caught at it, he will claim it was a mistake and that he grounded his club by accident. You cannot have mercy on this prevaricator. You must charge him one stroke penalty or live to regret it.
Now we approach the green where many of the most flagrant shenanigans in Hollywood golf are pulled off. We have what are known as "fingernail men." They are the fellows who mark their positions on the green with their index fingernails, making strange cabalistic signs on the grass that only they can detect. When it comes time for one of these golfers to replace his ball, it always turns out to be 2 feet closer to the hole than you thought it was. If my opponent persists in the fingernail routine, I always hand him a penny with which to mark his ball. He seldom returns the