Among Oxford golfers he has something of a counterpart in Mr. R. H. de Montmorency, who improved enormously after he left Oxford. He was a much better player when at Oxford than most people supposed, as I used to find out to my cost when I played with him in the vacation. It was, however, only some years afterwards, when a convenient attack of whooping-cough gave him a long holiday at Rye, that he jumped right up into his proper place, which is a very high one. He has not only firmness, crispness, and power, but real accuracy, a quality which at the moment our amateurs lack. There are so many who can hit the ball beautifully and play half a dozen holes like demigods and then play one or two in a very ungodlike manner. Not so Mr. de Montmorency, when he is in good practice. He will go on and on and on, and if the one thing needed to win the hole and the match is that the ball should be on the course, his adversary need entertain no hopes of it being in the rough. No more passionate lover of ball games ever struck a golf ball. Even the best of men are not faultless, and Mr. de Montmorency is not so fond of foursomes as some of his friends want him to be. Otherwise he seems to me an almost perfect example of the happy golfing warrior.

Another Oxford golfer who has come comparatively late into his kingdom is Mr. Holderness, perhaps at this moment the best amateur golfer in England, a lovely player of strokes, who lacks only the power of not allowing the game to take too much out of him.

To-day Oxford has come back to the glory of its ancient days when there were Ellises and Bramstons, for in Mr. Tolley and Mr. Wethered it has two golfers who are in the first flight when in their undergraduate days. They are not, with all respect to them, so steady and reliable as were those particular heroes of twenty years back, and they lose, I think, more matches; but as regards power and possibilities they are the most formidable undergraduates that have yet played, and Mr. Tolley's golf in the University match of 1920 has certainly never been equalled in the Oxford and Cambridge match. The first time I ever saw Mr. Tolley play golf I said that he was the only amateur I had seen for a long time who might some day win not only an amateur but an open Championship. I write my words down now, because, in case they come true, I should like to have the credit of being a prophet. A golfer with that great power and that beautifully easy swing of the club ought to do wonderful things. As one looks at him with envious eyes one is disposed to say, 'If I could swing a club like that, I 'm hanged if I 'd ever go off the course.' Mr. Tolley does go off the course, sometimes a very long way off it, and at the moment his game seems to be in an unconsolidated state. Now and again he over-swings himself and swings his head off the ball, but that should pass away like the measles of youth. We shall all be disappointed with Mr. Tolley if he does not do all sorts of good things in the next few years. Mr. Wethered is younger than Mr. Tolley. He can hit the ball just about as far, and on occasions quite as crooked. His driving swing, if it has not quite the same ease, is free and dashing, and his iron play has the real snap about it. With a good, cheerful, fighting temperament, and a love of the game, he too is brimming over with promise, and should find a place for many years to come in any chapter on the great golfers of this country.