In Charles Price's book
about the magazine, he wrote:
The
American Golfer was a magazine which took for granted that you played golf, not at it,
even though that playing might not have been very good. They assumed that you, as they
did, dedicated a little part of your everyday thinking to studying, contemplating, or
worrying over this jarringly close imitation of life. They weren't interested in turning
out just another service book , a self-help manual, a get-you-out-of-your-slice handbook
which would con you into thinking that it wasn't necessary to go to a pro to solve your
problems. They wanted to print the straight dope, and they went to the best people they
could get it from. They simply were not the sort of men who could have contempt for their
readers' intelligence, who could turn down an article just because it was relatively
recondite, who could say, oh, hell, let's not run that , they'll never understand it. In
short, they knew their duty -which was to create good magazines, not to sell lousy ones.
As a result, you felt while reading the magazine that if there were a Rosetta Stone to
golf -and who doubts even now there isn't? -it would be found among these pages. |