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Later in the spring or early summer, Willie took up golf again but played exclusively with her girlfriends such as Barbara Reed and Maybelle Scarborough although I believe that I was still playing at Lawrence Park. The girls played at Glenwood and Lake Shore occasionally. I recall that my golf continued to be a great frustration and to break a hundred was one of my major ambitions which persisted in eluding me. I was emotionally ill equipped to play the game, letting it get me down. Tennis, on the other hand, I continued to play well. It seemed as though tennis was so fast a game that I didn't have time to think much about it while it was going on and as a result, played it more naturally. Occasionally I'd play with Alf Bredenberg up at Glenwood. He was an excellent player and he usually beat me but not with ease. Also I played at times at the GE courts which were across from where the present Community Center is located. At that time there was a little old ramshackle "clubhouse" adjacent to the courts which was torn down after the Cummunity Center was built.

Willie's golf was responsible for a frightening episode with Rog that summer. Mother was with us at the time, as I recall, and one morning I had a phone call at the office from her. She was frantic. Rog had disappeared from the yard and she'd been unable to find him! I told her to keep looking and I'd come home immediately. I, in turn, was frantic. I was in a driving club and hadn't driven that day but Rudy Krape offered to drive me home. But just as we were about to leave, Mother phoned again to report she'd just had word of Rog. He was at a home out on West Eighth Street beyond Peninsula Drive and opposite the cemetery and the people would keep him there until we picked him up. So Rudy drove me out there, we rescued Rog, and took him home. What had happened was this. He'd resented Willie's leaving home to play golf and had determined to follow her out to the golf club, knowing in a general way where it was and which way she'd headed when she left home. So he'd trudged out West Eighth, crossing all the intervening streets including the busy Peninsula Drive, but had stopped opposite the cemetery to watch a construction crew do some work along the road. The construction gang soon suspected he was lost and drove him back toward town trying to have him tell them where he lived but they didn't drive far enough and finally took him back and turned him over to the people who lived in the house across the street from the job. They quizzed Rog and finally he told them his name, they found it in the phone book and telephoned Mother. Willie and her friends meanwhile were playing golf, blissfully unaware of the whole thing, and when Willie got home the middle of the afternoon, Rog was having his nap and was none the worse for his experience. But he never ran away again. Apparently he was impressed by suddenly finding himself wholly in the company of strangers as well as the difficulty involved in pursuing his mother all the way to a golf club which he obviously never even got near enough to see.