Open Golf

A little man, aged 33, English-born, pro at Englewood Golf Club, N. J., weighing but 118 pounds and equipped with the slenderest of wrists, had, by consistently brilliant play, polished off three of the four rounds in the U. S. Open Golf Championship at the uniform rate of 74 strokes per round-- which in each case was two over the difficult par.

When the little pro was at the 16th hole of the fourth and last round, Champion Bobby Jones had finished with a grand score of 300; William Mehlborn, 301; Walter Hagen, R. Cruikshank, MacDonald Smith had tied at 303. The slender-wristed one's score was 286 and the last difficult hole was before him, a hole with a dear little windswept pond in front, a pond in which the last player's ball had found its watery grave, a wind that was decidedly annoying. He was a bit nervous.

Plut! The ball sped through the air from a good drive. The little man was within an ace of the championship, but a bad slip might prove disastrous. The water-hole was yet between his ball and the hole, and the wind continued to blow.

For a long time the 118 pounds of humanity calculated the distance. He took out a midiron--no, that would not do. A driving iron? Yes, certainly. No, perhaps not. A midiron. Why, yes. Clonk. "It's right at the pin!" shrieked Doyle, Lake Champion pro. And so it was. The little man scored a birdie three.

The next two holes were pie and the 33-year-old finished them with a grand total of 297 strokes for the 72 holes at which the event was played. Cyril Walker, English-born golf professional, was U. S. open golf Champion. Said he: "This will be a great piece of news for my old father over in Manchester."