“By this time, I was fairly well established as ‘Bobby Jones’ caddy’ and I loved the distinction. If, at the time I had been offered an easy job at a big salary, I doubt if I would have taken it. I had come to feel myself part of a campaign for a national championship and my respect for Bobby Jones was something like that of a foot soldier for a great general.
“Before each tournament, Jones would wire me arrangements – where to stop and when to be on hand. After each tournament, win or lose, he always asked a photographer to take a picture in which I was one of the subjects. These photographs are some of my prized possessions. ”
《真实方位报》（True Bearings）1945年的一篇文章。这份内刊主要在克利夫兰石墨青铜公司（Cleveland Graphite Bronze Company）的雇员中散发。文章中写有卢克·罗斯的小传，包括以下的段落：
“Luke’s uncanny ability to judge distances and his all-around knowledge of ‘hit and hunt” helped Jones to win just about all the honors in all the top tournaments. It was his touching of the right club in the bag in answer to Bobby’s questioning look that cut many a stroke from the final score of that blond from Georgia.
“Jones had a habit of throwing his club after he made a dub shot. It was up to the caddy to retrieve said ‘stick” and that meant run and fetch it. Luke did just that until he realized that Jones could never get to the top with a temperament such as that. So, to correct this and also allow the blond time to cool off, Luke would take his time in shagging the thrown club.”
“Bobby swung the club back with the fingers of the left hand, avoiding the use of the right in order not to lift the club. A smooth backswing is what you want. The right hand controls direction. The only way to learn to putt is to practice. I’ve spent hours on the practice green with Bobby and those hours certainly repaid him. ”
“The gallery watched in hushed tension as Bobby prepared to take the gamble. He was going to play this shot boldly across the lagoon to the green. Calmly, carefully with precision and grace, Bobby Jones swung … and the ball flew straight as a bullet toward the pin, 185 yards away. The gallery broke into applause. Bobby Jones had played a shot that would go down in golfing history. A few minutes later, he sank his putt … and won the victory that would start him on a string of triumphs never equaled in the history of golf. As he replaced the flag in the hole after Bobby’s last putt, Luke Ross brushed some boyish tears off his cheek … and some straw from the hat that Stewart Maiden had broken over Luke’s head in a wild demonstration of unbridled joy. But the undersized kid from Cleveland didn’t care … because Bobby Jones, the champ, was telling him: ‘We made it Luke … we finally made it … and thanks, Luke, thanks for what you did.’
“Which is enough for any man to remember these 30 years, or in a lifetime in the sport … the glorious moment that started a champion on his way down the Hall of Fame, with an assist by an undersized kid who was writing his unpretentious chapter in The Ohio Story. ”
“In the early days of my career with Bobby, I had a habit of telling Bobby it wouldn’t take us too long to dump this guy. Sometimes I was more sure than Bobby was that he could, until we started to run in to guys that had lots of guts, never gave up, real competitors. I remember once at Brooklyn, we had just got through practicing. Bobby went into the locker room to change shoes.
“So I went over and took a good look at our opponent for the day. I hurried back to Bobby and told him this guy had a lousy swing, lousy set of clubs. No comment from Bobby, so I thought I would add on some more. I chopped this guy up good. I think I finished up saying I could beat him myself. This is when Bobby stopped me. He said, Luke, you’re doing a fine job taking care of me. Let me take care of my opponents. ”