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son, of Newark, and both were out to trim "Al" Leconey (Meadow Brook Club), who had claimed a new world's record of 925 sec. for a race, down wind, he had run the previous week at Allentown, Pa. Murchison led to the last ten strides, when Paddock flashed by. Leconey took third. Murchison also led Paddock at the start of the 220, was 3 yds. behind when Paddock snapped the worsted.
Murchison slept on his defeat, stepped forth on the last day of the meet, smashed Paddock's world record for 250 yds.
F. Morgan Taylor, of Grinnell College, Ia., evoked plaudits with his lowhurdling. Joie Ray, onetime champion miler, straggled in the ruck in his race. The Illinois A. C., by assiduously piling up second and third places, won the National team title with 40 points; New York A. C., 33; Newark A. C., 31; Boston A. A., 20. Newark A. C. took the National junior title.
In Newark, the air was filled, as it sometimes is, with straw hats. With the hats went up great cheers for Arthur Spencer, who rode his bicycle slowly around the Newark Velodrome, bowing, smiling, showing off a silver loving cup that had just been given him as emblem of the world's cycling derby championship. A few minutes before, Spencer, back arched like a cat's, legs pumping furiously, had torn after Peter Moeskops, giant Hollander, who won the world's title at Paris in August, had "nipped him at the tape" by inches in the last heat of their third match race in ten days.
In Louisville, a newspaper reporter discovered a 14-year-old horse, ill-fed, bony, windbroken, drawing a peddler's ramshackle cart, recognized the steed as Hawthorne, 12 years ago a champion two-year-old on Churchill Downs (Louisville), remembered that Hawthorne's mother was White Thorn, that White Thorn was grandmother of Epinard, crack French stallion now invading the U. S., deduced that old horse Hawthorne must be "Epinard's uncle."
U. S. linkswomen lost their breath. It was taken from them by Mary K. Browne, of Los Angeles Country Club. In 1912, 1913 and 1914, Miss Browne had U. S. tennis women breathless with her mistressful national title play. But, having conquered the tennis world, Miss Browne did not, like Alexander, sit weeping. She turned her hand to golf and last week all but conquered another world.
Little was said when Miss Browne
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MISS MARY K. BROWNE Jaws dropped; gasps were heard
championship with a 96 (rather high) over the Rhode Island Country Club links at Providence, R. I. Eyebrows went up when she eliminated Louise Fordyce, Ohio State champion, in the second round. Eyebrows went higher, exclamations were heard, when she entered the semi-finals at the expense of Bernice Wall, of Oshkosh, Wis. When she carried Glenna Collett, ex-champion, to the 18th hole, squared her match with a deadly spoon-shot through trees, won at the 19th with a 15-foot caromed (lucky) putt, then jaws dropped, gasps were heard, tongues wagged long and loud. Such prowess in a comparative novice was unheard of.
In the final, against seasoned Mrs. Dorothy Campbell Hurd, of Philadelphia, twice before champion (190910), Miss Browne "cracked." On a soggy course, she sliced with her Tournabrassie, lopped her irons.
ment nerve had pulled her through thus far, but Mrs. Hurd had tournament nerve, too,* and a sounder game than the tennis apostate had had time to develop. Mrs. Hurd romped off 7-and-6 with the title. Even so, Miss Browne's glory was inviolate.
Edith Cummings, of Chicago, defending champion, faded early from the scene, a vendetta victim. In the second round she ran across young Miriam Burns, of Kansas City, whose ptomaine gripes during the finals of the Western championship last month had let her in for a 12-and-11 humiliation at Miss Cummings' hands. Miriam Burns teed off this time with health on her side, with a determination to be revenged, with a caddy who rivalled Miss Cummings' faithful Joe Horgan for sagacity and
*In 1909, she accomplished the feat, still unique, of winning the U. S., Canadian and
devotion. Ding-Miriam, dong-Edith. All square at the 18th. All square at the 19th, at the 20th. On the 21st, with Miss Cummings down in 5, Miss Burns' fourth shot hung at the cuplip, toppled in.
The week was notable for four other links happenings.
At Chicago, heavy-shouldered professional William Mehlhorn, of St. Louis, spanked his ball around the Calumet Country Club course four times, totted up his cards at 293. When it was known that this figure was eight strokes lower than the totting of any other of the 208 players present, Mehlhorn was declared Western open champion. Scores: Al Watrous (Grand Rapids), 301; "Chick" Evans (Chicago amateur), 302; Eddie Held (St. Louis amateur), 303.
At Shinnecock Hills, L. I., combatants struggled up sandy hills, hacked in the heather, maligned the strong sea winds as they played off the annual invitation tournament of the National Links of America. Curious galleries followed the play of England's Walker Cup team, five members of which were in evidence. As no U. S. players of championship calibre had entered, it was not surprising that four of the Britons filled the semi-final match play-brackets.
It was surprising, however, that ponderous Cyril Tolley, the Britons' garrulous leader, onetime British amateur champion, was not of these four. He took the qualifying round with a 76 (3 strokes over a most difficult par), but bowed to T. A. ("Tony") Torrance, of Sandy Lodge, Eng., in his second match. Torrance simply refused to be impressed by Tolley's enormous tee shots. Thereafter, W. L. Hope, from Turnberry, Scot., disposed of Torrance as Torrance admitted he has always been able to. And Hope, in turn, was scotched in the final by Willie Murray, of the West Hill Club, London.
nual invitation tournament for his private prizes in precious metals. Big men were present but a little man wonD. Clark ("Duckie") Corkran, of Baltimore (amateur champion of Pa. and Md.). In a stiff wind, he journeyed steadily around the nine difficult holes eight times in 300 strokes. His prize was a mashie of gold. Jess Sweetser, 1922 National Champion, required 301 strokes and got a silver mashie. Champion Max Marston, 305, got nothing. Jess Guilford, 1921 National Champion, was handed a silver golf ball for scoring a 73, best 18 holes for the weekend. Last year Mr. Tailer handed Guilford a golden mashie.
At Leavenworth, Kan., Captain Frazier Hale, tall Chicagoan now teaching in Atlanta, Ga., won the golf championship of the U. S. Army. Lieut. G. A. Lawyer, of Manhattan (Second Corps area), carried Hale to the 39th green.
Harry Wills, "Black Panther," and Luis Angel Firpo, Argentine "Bull Man," continued their exchange of words in adjacent columns of The New York World, preparatory to exchanging blows in the prize ring at Newark on Sept. 11.
Wills: "I see that Firpo is bubbling over with confidence. Why pick poor little Harry out as one of his soft victims? He hasn't broken any man's ribs or jaw around here, has he? Say, I fought little old man Sam Langford* 22 times. I forgot to duck on only two occasions in all that time. I admit I didn't know what hit me or how I fell.... Let me tell you that Sam Langford hit harder by accident than most heavyweights hit on purpose. There never lived a hitter like Langford." (Wills' interlocutor asked if Langford could have whipped Champion Dempsey.) "Ho, Ho! Dempsey wouldn't have lasted any time. for Sam-poor Sam. great fighter. . . . Firpo. I'll surely beat him. . . . Just let that bird come and I'll knock him back fast enough. Hitting? Say, I know he can hit. . . . Any clodhopper is likely to beat you. . . . I may win in a round."
Made to order Ah, gee, what a Now about.
Firpo: "My plan-my big plan-is to attack Wills' body. I do not think the man lives who can stand my blows to heart, ribs and wind."
Thronged were the grandstands of the State Fair Grounds at Wheeling, W. Va. The race track was empty. It was a quiet crowd. A black gelding hitched to a sulky was slowly led forth and up to the barrier. There he was draped with black crêpe and, while the crowd stood silent and a band began a dead march, the gelding walked slowly around the full circuit of the track. The horse was Peter Manning, Onetime great Negro fighter (TIME, June
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Prexy Weedom, of Wildwood University, was a grand old man. He inspired confidence and won admiration in spite of his whiskers.
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"Pop" Geers, at 73, was the great figure of the U. S. trotting turf. He will remain its great legend. He trained, drove, loved horses from early boyhood, which began in Lebanon, Wilson County, Tenn. He brought more horses under the wire first than any other driver in the history of light harness racing. Their winnings aggregated nearly two million. He was soned driver in the high-wheeled sulky days of Maude S. and Jay-Eye-See and created a sensation in 1892 by driving Nancy Hanks a mile in 2:04 hitched to the new ball-bearing, pneumatic tire, featherweight sulky. In 1893, he drove three horses abreast, hitched to a highwheeled skeleton wagon, a mile in 2:14. He held the world records for a trotted mile, two miles, three miles, other distances, and several pacing records.
After years on the Grand Circuit, Geers was urged by friends to quit racing. He had had many accidents, was
presented him to Geers, begged him to drive exhibitions only. Spirited, Geers could not refrain.
He seldom whipped a horse, never raised his voice. He sat his seat immovable, hunched forward. Called "The Silent Man from Tennessee," Geers never swore. Neither did he drink alcoholics. His passions were cigars, clean sportsmanship, straightforwardness, philanthropy and icecream. A millionaire at his death, he died as he would have liked to-in a hot race.
At Brooklands, England, another racing figure was killed in action. Scorching down the famed speed saucer's straight-away, 122 miles an hour, Dario Resta's Grand Prix Sunbeam, with the power of 160 horses, went out of his control, skidded for 300 yards, shot sidewise over the saucer's edge, crashed an iron fence, nose-dived into the ground, righted, burst into flames. Resta was hurled headlong with terrific force against a fence-post, semi-decapitated, horribly mangled. His mechanician fell free, damaged but slightly. A few days before, Resta had called Brooklands "the easiest course in the world."
After he won the U. S. championship in 1916, and six other big events the same year, Dario Resta had occupied a niche similar to those accorded Barney Oldfield, Ralph Mulford, Ralph De Palma, Eddie Rickenbacker, Harry Grant, Wilcox, Vail and perhaps the Chevrolets-all old-school racers. He was a spectacular driver, daring and popular. He held many records, won the Vanderbilt Cup race twice running (1915 and 1916). He used to drive Peugeots, usually blue.
Long Island Sound was studded, as always on fair summer days, with jaunty white sails. Of these sails, many were spread over contestants in international races.
Off Port Washington, L. I., Little Bear of the Western Long Island Sound Fleet, heeling rakishly before one of the worst blows of the season, thrashed home second in the last of six matches she had contested with Star Class boats of seven other fleets. This performance brought Little Bear's point total to 44, made her winner of the International Star Class championship trophy which she was defending for her fleet. Rhody, of the Narragansett Bay Fleet, placed second with 42 points.
Off Oyster Bay, L. I., a strong northwest breeze flapped the pennants and bunting of many anchored yachts, bellied the canvas of eight British and American six-metre craft competing for the International six-metre Challenge Cup.
In the first race of a five-race series, Betty, of England, danced across the finish a couple of minutes ahead of Paumonok, of the U. S. Zenith, of England, took a good third. Point total of first race: England 194, U. S. 17.
Tempestuous Gerald Patterson and bandy-legged little Pat O'Hara Wood, both of Australia, battered their way past France to the challenge round of 1924 Davis Cup play.* Lurking near the Longwood (Boston) courts a third Australian, sagacious, seasoned Norman E. Brookes, gave counsel to his countrymen between sets.
In Manhattan, the East played the West, tied 3 matches each. For the first time in his young life, Vincent Richards (East) won an important match from "Little Bill" Johnston (West), second ranking player of the U. S. In doubles, Richards and Francis T. Hunter, who together are Wimbledon and Olympic champions, trounced the indefatigable, ubiquitous national doubles champion-brothers Kinsey. Thus Richards bore the brunt for the East, while "Big Bill" Tilden, who should have played for the East, earned his pay as a reporter for various newspapers, writing up the Davis Cup play at Boston. R. Norris Williams of Philadelphia, first in line to "fill for Bill" on the East's side, had a twisted ankle.
COMING. During the past week the following men and women arrived in the U. S. on the following ships:
On the President Roosevelt (United Sates)-Peter A. Jay, U. S. Minister to Rumania.
On the Conte Rosso (Lloyd Sabaudo) -Giulio Setti, Metropolitan Opera Co. chorus master; singers from La Scala to appear in Manhattan.
On the Paris (French)-The Duke de Alba from a scendant of Columbus; William 'son Cromwell, famed Manhattan law..
GOING. During the past week the following men and women left the U. S. on the following ships:
On the Berengaria (Cunard)-Gloria
*Australia had won the American zone elimination play, defeating China, Mexico and Japan. France won the European zone play, defeating Ireland, England, Czecho-Slovakia. Australia was scheduled to meet the U. S. in Philadelphia, Sept. 11, 12, 13.
pentier and his manager, volatile François Descamps.
On the Majestic (White Star)-Florence Easton, Metropolitan Opera singer; Samuel H. Church, President of the Carnegie Institute.
On the De Grasse (French)-Joseph C. Stehlin, famed U. S. ace, with a 183-karat diamond bought from the exSultan of Morocco; Florence Walton and Leon Leitrim, dancers.
On the Leviathan (United States)Henry M. Robinson, Los Angeles banker, to assist Owen D. Young in the operation of the Experts' Plan; Warren Pershing, son of General Pershing, to attend an English public school; Jackie Coogan, cinema actor.
From Belle Isle Straits over to Pictou, Newfoundland, from Pictou to Boston soared the U. S. globe fliers. Lieutenants Smith and Nelson had been rejoined by their comrade Wade, absent since his wreck at the Faroe Islands. At Boston, all three unbolted their pontoons, fastened on "land legs" in the shape of wheels, hopped off for Mitchel Field, L. I. A triumphal escort fanned out ahead and behind.
Natives of Providence, R. I., craned at them. Over Woonsocket one of the escorts faltered, dropped, crashed, but hurt no one. New London looked up, saw Lieut. Smith's mechanician drop a message to his family. All the Connecticut towns along Long Island Sound beheld the droning machines moving steadily down the sky.
Instead of crossing the Sound at Greenwich or Rye, the squadron proIceeded into Westchester, was met by many more welcoming planes. Manhattanites rushed into the streets as a veritable air armada swarmed over Greater New York, followed Fifth Avenue and Broadway to the Battery. The home-comers were distinguished in a compact trio at the center of the swarm.
Leaving behind the cacaphony of whistles, horns, bells, shouting crowds, the flight swung east again, over Long Island. At Mitchel Field (Mineola), the heroes coasted down, stepped to earth to the tune of 21 guns. Military etiquette was forgotten in the rush of welcoming officials. Followed speeches, interminable handshaking, gold cigarette cases "from the people of New York," a statuette from Italo-Americans.
Said the fliers: "Thanks"-and so to bed. Next day they were off for Bolling Field, Washington, for further official welcoming.
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Married. Miss Emily Winthrop, 31, and Miss Kate Winthrop, 24, daughters of Grenville Lindall Winthrop, retired capitalist, "whose wealth is reported to match that of any man in Lenox," respectively to Corey Miles, 33, chauffeur, and Darwin Morse, 23, electrician; at Lenox, Mass., by elopement. Winthrop, a direct descendant of John Winthrop, Colonial Governor of Massachusetts, was unnerved. Said the Lenox cleric who married them: "Well, they are nice young people-as nice as you'll find anywhere these days."
Having perused well the chronicle Patriot of the week, the Vigilant views with alarm:
The favorite participial utterance of a distinguished corps. (P. 15.)
Epinard's uncle. (P. 28.)
The reputed recipient of Primo's ardor. (P. 9.)
A large number of women not fit to be homemakers. (P. 8.)
Principal Harrower jeered, hissed, booed, called "liar," "sneak.” (P. 18.)
A drove of ailing pigs. (P. 16.)
A voice that twangs like a guitar. (P. 16.)
The embalmed head of Henry IV. (P. 9.)
The thud as her head struck the oak floor. (P. 14.)
Rude, blasphemous, uncharitable dogs. (P. 15.)
A crooked Tammany judge. (P. 22.)
Spectators fleeing in wildest terror, their noses clamped between thumb and first finger. (P. 11.)
A yell of fury that "sounded like the thunder of Judgment Day." (P. 21.)
Deficits that occurred in spite of low costs. (P. 20.)
"Crimes as big as Heaven." (P. 11.)
Three kidnappings. (P. 15.)
Wise dogs that bite well. (P. 10.)