...does anyone remember how much fun , being a kid , destroying golf balls by cutting the outer cover off , and peeling all the rubber bands off until you got to the soft , rubber center core . This act of destruction is NOT the same as killing animals as a kid, and growing up to be a serial killer. This was where there was nothing to do, and amusement was where you could find it. I also remember going to golf courses and gathering golf balls out of the lakes, and getting chased out by golf course employees. This is a 2 topic forum discussion in 1 thread, so don't get confused , like walking and chewing gum at the same time. Some people can't do it.
we used to unwind them when we brought them home from a round of golf with a cut or "smile" on them. Some of them did not have a rubber core, but had a rubber encased LIQUID core. I never did find out what liquid they used, but it was in the very high compression balls, since liquid is basically non compressible. I even remember having to play one with a bunch of smiles on it because it was my last ball, and eventually, I actually knocked the cover off of it. The manufacturers have certainly come a long way in golf ball construction. I have not cut an outer cover in many years. In junior high, my friends and I used to show up at the public golf course before dawn, and by the time the ticket taker got there around 7 a.m., we were almost thru with our "free" round. Then we would call one of our friend's moms on the phone, let it ring three times and hang up, getting our nickel back. That was the signal to come and pick us up. When you were 12 or 13 and loved golf, but were mostly broke back in 1959 or 1960, it was the only way we could play a lot of golf. I hate to think what I probably "owe" the city of Memphis for greens fees from those days.
We used to take the elastic bands from a torn up golf ball and "pop" each other with them. Boy, could that sting! And that liquid in the center of some of them - I think they put the same stuff inside "Stretch Armstrong"!
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Then we would call one of our friend's moms on the phone, let it ring three times and hang up, getting our nickel back. That was the signal to come and pick us up.
When I was in tech school in the Air Force, and again in the dorms over in Korea, that was similar to how we called home. We'd place a collect call, the person on the other end (Mom, girlfriend, wife, etc.) wouldn't accept the call, and they would then know to call us back at that phone number.
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