– Gracie Allen
A lot of stamp collectors focus on themes, but if yours is golf, you have a pretty small collection. The best I can tell, only three golfers have been honored with an image on a U.S. postage stamp.
In September 1981, the U.S. Postal Service issued two – Bobby Jones and Babe Didrikson Zaharias. In 1988, it honored Francis Ouimet on the 75th anniversary of his U.S. Open victory – the first amateur to do so.
The images of Jones and Zaharias are classic postage stamp engraved textures. Hers is purple; his (of course) is green. They went for 18 cents then. Ouimet’s 25-cent stamp is more of a color painting.
Now did the three ever play each other? I’m not sure.
Ouimet was about 10 years older than Jones, and I could find no record of any competition. Jones was about 10 years older than Zaharias, but a respectful admirer. He called her one of the 10 best golfers (male or female) ever.
His friend, sportswriter Grantland Rice, who was also an Augusta National member, was more effusive.
“She is beyond all belief until you see her perform ... Then you finally understand that you are looking at the most flawless section of muscle harmony, of complete mental and physical coordination, the world of sport has ever seen,” Rice said of Babe.
Zaharias died of cancer in 1957. Ouimet passed away in 1967 and Jones died in 1971. If there’s a course in Heaven, I’m sure all three have regular tee times.
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TODAY’S JOKE: During a physical, a doctor asked a man about his daily activity level.
The patient thought a moment, then said, “Well, yesterday morning, I waded along the edge of a lake, escaped from wild dogs in the heavy brush, marched up and down several rocky hills, stood in a patch of poison ivy, crawled out of quicksand, and jumped away from an aggressive rattlesnake.”
Impressed, the doctor said, “You must be quite some outdoorsman!”
“No,” his patient said sheepishly, “I’m just a lousy golfer.”