The following text may have been generated by Optical Character Recognition, with varying degrees of accuracy. Reader beware!

Page 6 grabbed it with the grace of a cow, and then stood there with her shadow over the hole and close enough to be confusing. One of the players shuddered and asked her to move, (from a local West Van paper) Helena [Aldred] Link Rebuts Forgoing Calumnies On April 1, 1937 Jock McKinnon became the Pro at the new Capilano Golf and Country Club. My brother Phil was accepted as a caddy. He was 15 years old and the fifth to be hired. There was no clubhouse at the time, so they used part of the works buildings. My brother said that Jock was a wonderful teacher and for a while Phil dreamed of becoming a golf pro himself. In November he had a chance to caddy for an American lawyer for three weeks, one round per day. One day he was joined by two other players by the names of Bing Crosby and Bob Hope. Phil says that they were just the same as in their movies. Because it was a chilly day, the players kept giving them wee sips of rum and cokeâ€"about one tablespoonâ€"to keep them warm. When the three weeks were up, the lawyer told Jock McKinnon that he had settled up with his caddy. He should have earned $21.00. Instead, he was given $100.00, a fortune in those days. Phil gave $80.00 to our mother and only kept $20.00 for himself. At first he walked or hitchhiked to “the course”, but was finally able to buy a bike. When Brother Harry was laid off from the Canadian Credit Men’s Association he went caddying. Only the War improved the economy for many people. In the spring of 1941 I heard that girls would be accepted at Capilano. Ken Black, the new pro, was not there for very long as, like Jock McKinnon, he joined up. That left Hector Herbert in charge. I still get absolutely livid when I read [the item from the local West Van paper], even after 64 years. They are full of untruths. We were never sent out first; we went out in the order in which we arrived at the pro shop. According to a boy caddy, a girl caddy called over to another fairway to say “Hi”. If your golfer was “away” then you were the caddy who took the pin, making sure you didn’t step on the line where other players would be putting. Nowadays, when my brother Phil and I are watching a golf game on T.V., we “critique” the caddies. I started in at five feet, and grew to five feet thee inches, but never weighed more than 95 pounds, but I could pack double as well as any boy caddy. As for not following the flight of the ball, that is also nonsense. How is it that one group of players nicknamed me “Eagle Eye”? Whenever we had cadets at school, I would rush home, grab a bite to eat and run from 14'*’ and Mathers to Taylor Way and Mathers, in time for Major Gus Lyons to arrive. He had lost a leg in the First World War and needed a caddy. If the boys were such superior caddies, why hadn’t he hired one of them? As soon as the round was over, I rushed home again. Major Lyons had a unique way of playing out of a bunker. If it was a shallow one, he would use his putter, usually with good results. Some younger sisters, when they were old enough also joined the ranks, as did my sister Madge. One day she caddied for Mrs. Bob Hope, and we both got her autograph. However, my sister preferred baby-sitting, so she didn’t stay long. That made four out of five Aldreds who had caddied at Capilano. Finally, Hector Herbert joined up as well. Mr. Alex Duthie became the new pro. He was either ready to retire or had been brought out of retirement but he was scrupulously fair. I reached Grade 10 in 1943 and caddied that summer. The following summer, I only had one week of holidays, so I headed back to Capilano for something to do. There was a pick-up truck which picked up caddies in West Van and ran up Taylor Way where caddies from North Vancouver could get on. I preferred to hike up so that I could be one of the first in line to get out for a round. The girl caddies also used the Reservoir for swimming. We made plenty of noise on the trail in case the boys were skinny-dipping.