My father was a pretty good golfer. He played on weekends and in weekday 9 hole leagues.
Back in the day, golf grips were leather-wound. The constant abrasion of tossing in and pulling out the different clubs would cause grips to unravel. And thus – one would have to pay to have clubs re-gripped every couple years (or try to play while squeezing the unraveled pieces).
Around 1950, my father had an idea. He bought some paper tubes to put in his golf bag. Each club had its own tube — to slide in and out. And – voila! – no more abrasion! And thereby – no need to have grips reattached! Within weeks, friends and strangers would ask where he got the tubes in his bag. So my dad went out and bought 2000 paper tubes – and a rubber stamp that said “Par Tube.” He hand-stamped each tube with the red ink logo and offered a local sporting goods store the new “golf tubes.” The owner said he would take the tubes on consignment but if they didn’t sell – he said my father would have to eat them.
Within weeks, the sporting goods store called and needed more tubes. And the PAR TUBE was born. A distributor began selling them to other sporting goods stores. And my father began to moonlight. Tannery by day – Par Tube by night. . . . .
In the mid-1950’s, the owner of Chicago Paper Tube & Can Company at 137 South Albany (the tube maker) called my father. The owner – Mr. Lyons – wanted to retire and he offered to sell the company to my father. And my Dad – who had twenty years service at Chicago Rawhide – made a switch – and invested every penny he had – to buy and run a business he knew nothing about. And he made it grow. And he made it glow. . . .