Papwa remained silent about the snub -- and about all the indignities he was subjected to. "He never spoke out," says Rajen. "He never lost his cool, never raised his voice, never said anything harsh. He was a humble man." Papwa carried on as best he could. He could only rarely afford to travel internationally. His first trip abroad hadn't come until he was 30. A Beachwood member, Graham Gordon Wulff, had given Papwa a job at his cosmetics factory in Durban, with a generous salary and afternoons off for golf. (Wulff would make a fortune from his most popular invention: Oil of Olay.) One day in 1959, Wulff decided to take Papwa's predicament into his own hands: He would fly him out of Africa, in his tiny Piper Comanche 250 ZS-DRT four-seater, to have a crack at the British Open at Muirfield. They flew past the snow-capped Mount Kilimanjaro, survived a storm over the Sahara desert, and posed for photographs sitting on camels in front of the Egyptian pyramids, arriving in Edinburgh after a dozen stops along the way. In the event -- his first of any stature -- Papwa missed the cut but amazingly won his next tournament, the Dutch Open at Haagsche Golf Club. He and Wulff, now 91 -- "my dad's guardian angel," says Rajen -- went home to Durban to a heroes' welcome. "There were huge crowds of people lining the streets to see Papwa," recalls his widow, Suminthra, in the documentary film "Papwa: The Lost Dream of a South African Golfing Legend." Suminthra, who first met Papwa on her wedding day -- they had an arranged marriage -- was proud of what her "poor caddie boy" had achieved.