I need to go number two.

Hole number one is a rather ordinary dogleg right; a high, bunkerish ridge on the right-hand side of the fairway is the sole unusual feature, but once over this the fairway rolls directly up into the green.

A noun is the usual modificand of an adjective.

But basically the classical musicians kept their eyes glued to their parts and played like merry hell, and the drummer kept his eyes glued on the conductor drummed like merry hell whenever he was cued—but there was no emotional unity […]