HOW BOB DRUM & I INVENTED ARNOLD PALMER
The first time any of us ever actually noticed a guy named Arnold Palmer it was on the veranda at Augusta around 1957, and we wondered who that vacationing longshoreman was talking to Bob Drum, the writer.
Later, Drum said, “That’s Arnold D. Palmer of Latrobe, Pa., the next great golfer.”
“Yeah, sure,” one of us said. “And I’m the next Steinbeck. But first I got to get me some of those maroon pants with the cuffs turned up, and a green shirt, and an orange alpaca, like your pal over there. Arnold who?”
There were only two golfers then, we liked to joke. Hogan and Snead. Well, maybe there was a Middlecoff occasionally. Writers are very strict about touring pros having…
