A Masters gallery knows it is viewing a major sports spectacle, but it never realizes that it is a considerable sporting spectacle itself. When Artist Marc Simont went to his first Masters last year he found himself only mildly interested in the exploits of Nicklaus and Palmer and Snead, partly because he could not take his eyes off the attire, gyrations and observation methods of the 40,000 spectators. Whether they had taken a leisurely post for long-range viewing and short-range beer sipping near the Eisenhower cottage (as at right) or were out in the thick of things pursuing their favorites, they were indeed a many-splendored sight.
This is an article from the April 6, 1964 issue
Arnie may follow the fairways, but those who would follow Arnie must rush pell-mell through forests of Georgia's darkest pines to reach the next strategic viewing point