I can recall back as early as 1935, when the ladies would play golf and my father and his discipline wouldn’t allow me on the golf course. So I used to lie on the sixth tee, and some of the ladies used to come by, and they got to know me and know who I was. And one day one of the ladies said, “Arnie, if you drive my ball across the ditch, which was about 125 yards from the tee, I’ll give you a nickel.” Well in 1935, two or three nickels would get a movie and an ice cream cone, and I was aware of that. So I took the lady’s club and I drove the ball across the ditch for her and I got my nickel.