DAFFY DEAN MAKES HIS DEBUT AS TOURNAMENT GOLFER UNDER HANDICAP-AGAINST AN UMPIRE By FELIX K. McKNIGHT Associated Press Sports Writer. DALLAS, Feb. 11.— (IP)— Golfer Paul (Daffy) Dean, perhaps a trifle trifle more publicized as a St. Louis Cardinal pitcher, made his bow as a tournament player here yesterday yesterday under annoying conditions —and it wasnt' the icy weather. He played with an umpire—a national league umpire, at that— a second baseman and a sports writer. Paul painfully counted his 99 strokes, one under "Dean Par," and argued It was history that no pitcher ever did much good at anything with an umpire in the crowd. "How could I do anything with a. 'Tom' looking over my shoulder shoulder on every shot?" queried Dean. 'I had an 83 yesterday but today—well, today—well, it was my putter, and that umpire." Dean, who haa whipped them across the outside corner before throngs of 60,000 stepped to the first tee before a gallery of about. 50 shivering fans, nervously teed his ball atop an inch high peg, and topped his opening tournament shot 75 yards into the rough. "Run it out," taunted Lee Bal- lafant, former Texas league umpire umpire and recently sold into the National league—a foursome member. "Aw, I had a bad lie," came the typical Dean retort. Paul Gets Gaff. Came the second hole and Dean lofted one of his "high, hard ones" into the jungle. "Touch all the bases," warned Les Mallon, former Boston Brave second baseman and now.with the Dallas Steers.* "Well, I was cut out to be a golfer but I guess they sewed me up wrong," snapped Paul, shifting shifting his quid to the right side. At the end of the first nine holes Dean had 50 strokes, more contempt for umpires and a badly overworked putter to think about. He set 43 strokes as his goal on the second nine and was doing doing well toward that end until he reached the fourteenth hole, a 300-yard affair. He slammed a terrific tee shot which, abetted-by a bit of a gale, soared far down the fairway and nestled on the green. Jubilantly he grabbed his putter and made for the green, intent on a possible possible eagle two and certain of a birdie three. I Can't Sink Putt. The first putt slid ten feet past the hole. The second was short. The third went by and the fourth rimmed. By the time he dropped the fifth putt for a six, just two strokes over par on the hole, he was talking of baseball spring training. It broke his spirit and he finished finished with a 49. As a matter of record, Dean's debut should read: 756 454 676—60— tournament Out In 756 375 655—49—99 Dean, incensed that Umpire Ballanfant Ballanfant had scored an 87 although a flight below him and certain that he merely dropped into the lower flight for a game of "trophy "trophy hunting," was last seen teeing teeing off for an extra nine holes with the umpire—at ten cents per hole.