Mr. L. B. Stevens leapt into sudden prominence at Prestwick in 1911 by reaching the semi-final, and, but for an unfortunate misunderstanding with respect to a local rule, might have attained even higher honours. He is a powerful player, apparently blessed with a singularly cheerful temperament.

Mr. J. L. C. Jenkins has played very good golf for years, but he certainly never played better than he did in the amateur championship at Prestwick in 1911, when he eventually succumbed to the winner. He is a beautiful driver, and always appears to be brimful of confidence - which after all is half the battle.

As a combination of brilliance and occasional uncertainty, Mr. V. A. Pollock is an outstanding example. When at his best, and players must surely be judged by their best, he is a most dangerous player. He grips the club with the right hand very much under, and has an exceptionally flat swing, taking the club low round the shoulder instead of over the neck.

The Scotts are another great golfing family. Mr. Osmond Scott has not been so conspicuous since he reached the final of the championship at Prestwick in 1905, but his brother Michael sustained a great reputation made in Australia by his fine play in the open competition at Troon just before the amateur championship, and again by reaching the final of the Irish championship. He has not quite got his brother's beautiful style, but he is an eminently sound and steady player.

Mr. Sidney Fry is a striking example of a man who is pre-eminently good at one game, taking up golf comparatively late in life with very marked success. There seems to be some affinity between billiards and golf. Mr. Herbert Fowler is another fine exponent of both games, and as a golfing architect is second to none. Walton Heath is a striking testimony of his constructive genius.

Mr. H. S. Colt is also a fine golfing architect, and is a fine steady player too, with an extraordinary style of putting, so well described by Mr. Darwin in his remarks on that trying department of the game.

Mr. H. E. Taylor is a finalist in the amateur championship, and a most consistent medal winner. He has a fine free style, and knows the game thoroughly. He is also a great judge of a club, and must have the largest private collection in the world.

Space forbids me mentioning many another fine player, such as Mr. Gillies, who is as successful a golfer as he was an oar, Mr. Frank Mitchell, a great exponent of spoon play and a marvellous putter, Mr. Worthington, an ex-Irish champion, the brothers Fairlie, Mr. Douglas Currie, Mr. Gordon Simpson, Mr. A. C. Lincoln, and the brothers Ellis, both beautiful players, but so seldom seen of late. But this list is certainly not complete without the name of Mr. Bernard Darwin, who not only represented England for so many years in the international match, but succeeded in reaching the ante-final of the amateur championship at Muirfield in 1909, only to succumb to the ultimate winner after a hard fight. As might be expected from one who has obviously such profound technical knowledge of the game, he is a very finished golfer. I am certain that much may be learnt from an intelligent study of the methods adopted by the leading players, especially by the young golfer who has already attained some measure of skill, and is really desirous of improvement. The value of natural gifts of eye and muscle is enormously increased by the acquisition of a sound knowledge of the game.

Note By The Editor

If only Captain Hutchison would have ventured on a word of autobiography, as his own appraiser, how much more pleasant and interesting it would be - perhaps, however, too much to ask of him. He was, as indicated, the hero and the victim of those two great strokes of Mr. Maxwell which won the latter the amateur championship and lost it to Captain Hutchison, who was one up with two to play - finished without fault and yet was beaten. Perhaps this was the highest mark he ever touched, yet a year or so previously it seemed impossible for Captain Hutchison to go in for any scoring competition without winning it. He is a fine cricketer and all-round athlete - especially a fine gymnast. I know no man who gets power into his stroke so easily with so smooth a swing. He makes the game look very easy, because each stroke seems done without effort - he almost seems to make it look too easy to be interesting; it is a triumph of the art that conceals art - it looks as if it were almost impossible for him to miss a shot or even mishit the ball, and, in point of fact, he hardly ever does. That sums him, the blameless player to whom mistakes do not happen. Yet do not think that it is not all the result of painful study. These triumphs of apparent ease are won only by long labours of love.