All-America

Most news services and many large newspapers have their All-American football teams. Their selections may be shrewd, but they are generally forgotten when Collier's appears, as it did last week, with the All-America of All-Americas. Sportswriter Grantland Rice & aides, successors to the late Walter Camp, lined up the following players as the best possible team for 1933:

Ends: Joseph Skladany (Pittsburgh) and Frank Larson (Minnesota)

Tackles: Francis Wistert (Michigan) and Fred Crawford (Duke)

Guards: William Corbus (Stanford) and Aaron Rosenberg (Southern Cali- fornia)

Centre: Charles Bernard (Michigan)

Quarterback: Irvine Warburton (Southern California)

Halfbacks: Duane Purvis (Purdue) and Beattie Feathers (Tennessee)

Fullback: George Sauer (Nebraska)

Michigan's Bernard, a 215-lb. cyclone, and Southern California's "Cotton" Warburton, a 147-lb. flash who was high scorer of the Pacific Coast Conference season, were picked by practically every All-American selector of standing.

Pool

A mixed crowd jammed the three sides of Mussey's amphitheatre on Chicago's South Wabash Avenue one night last week to watch two men in dinner jackets and soft shirts play for the pocket billiard (pool) championship of the world. "Quiet Please" signs were unnecessary, for excited spectators hardly dared to breathe. The players, who had forged through the three weeks' tournament to top a list of ten were Erwin Rudolph of Cleveland and Felix Delasandro (Andrew Ponzi) of Philadelphia. Rudolph is medium-sized round-faced, stolid. He developed his cue skill between working in a steel mill and playing a violin in a cinema house, held the world's championship title in 1927 and 1930. Ponzi is an Italian whose greying black hair belies his 30 years. High-strung' always ready to take chances on the table, Ponzi is popular as a spectacular player. Eastern "wise money" was on him to win. During the entire game, which ran for 2 hr. 10 min. without a moment's intermission, Ponzi and Rudolph neither looked at each other nor exchanged a word. Rudolph was leading 105 to 68 when Ponzi started his 18th inning, ran his score up to 113. As he passed 105, Rudolph turned to a friend, muttered imperturbably: "He's one ahead of me." From that point on he stared at the Scoreboard instead of the table. As Ponzi retired to his corner, nervously wiping his hands and sucking his finger, Rudolph wrent to work. Legs spread wide, toes turned in. he started a run. After reaching 123, only the 7 and n balls were left on the table. Click for one--click for the other--which gave Rudolph the 125 necessary to win game and world's championship. More astonishing than Rudolph's victory was the complete disintegration of handsome, suave Ralph Greenleaf, who had won the championship twelve times. He took his first game handily, then faced George Kelly, a 25-year-old redhead from Philadelphia who won the national championship which preceded tast fortnight's play. Although he had scored a high run of 125 and had run out a game in two innings during the national championship, Kelly was so gloomy over his chances against Greenleaf that he went outside for a smoke in the 14th inning. After he re turned, Greenleaf scratched. Taking ad vantage of the break, Kelly fought into the lead, held the defending champion off until the 25th inning, finally took the game with a run of 13. (125-10-85.) It was the first game Greenleaf had lost in three years of championship play. All but two other opponents found him an easy mark. To pool enthusiasts the spectacle was pitiful, particularly the after noon when Greenleaf, always the well-mannered sportsman, appeared for his match with Jimmy Caras in no condition to play. Apparently drunk, he loudly protested that Caras had shoved rather than shot the cue ball in making one point. The referee waved Greenleaf away. When he continued to argue the referee disqualified him. Next day Greenleaf fans learned their idol had filed suit for divorce from his wife, a Eurasian vaudeville singer who calls herself Princess Nai Tai Ta. When they were first married eight years ago Mrs. Greenleaf took a lively interest in her husband's work, wore a brown en semble at his games for luck. At exhibition matches she also essayed to sing accompaniments to Greenleaf's fanciest shots. When they separated, Champion Greenleaf presented her with a billiard parlor in Manhattan. In Chicago last week he won his divorce after displaying a bruise on his forehead caused, he said, by an ashtray hurled by Princess Nai Tai Ta. Golf in the Dark

If Motormaker Walter P. Chrysler, Cartoonist Rube Goldberg, Radioman Merlin Hall Aylesworth and an English osteopath named W. H. J. Oxenham were to make up a foursome for an afternoon of golf, the osteopath would probably win. What would make such a victory remarkable is the fact that Osteopath Oxenham is totally blind. Last week at the West Hove Club near Brighton, England he was awarded a handicap of 20, which approximates the handicaps allotted to Messrs. Chrysler, Goldberg, Aylesworth, many & many another duffer who has good eyes to keep on the ball.

Dr. Oxenham, who lost his sight in the War, learned to play golf two years ago when a doctor friend thrust a club into his hands, told him what to do. He made that first hole in bogey. Now he plays twice a week, takes his chauffeur as caddie. He explains:

"The chauffeur tees up for me, tells me where the ball lies, the direction to the hole and hands me the club. I know by the club he hands me how far away the hole is and make the stroke accordingly. When it comes to putting, the chauffeur tells me the distance and sometimes my opponent helps by rattling on the cup."

Dr. Oxenham believes himself to be the world's first blind golfer. He is mistaken A Canadian newsman nameo Harris Turner, also blinded in the War, has been golfing for eleven years. Most famed player lacking perfect vision is one-eyed Tommy Armour, another War victim, who won British and U. S. Open championships. A close match might be played between Dr Oxenham and Thomas Mc-Aulitfe, Buffalo, N. Y. newshawk who has no arms. He clinches his club between cheek and shoulder, scores in the high 80's.

Westrope's 300

Easily the U. S. jockey-of-the-year is baby-faced Jack Westrope, who looks two years younger than the 16 he claims to be. Last month he shattered the English record of 246 winners in a season. He was still a long way from the world's record of 388 winners, ridden in 1906 by U. S. Jockey Walter Miller. But then no one. had broken the 300 mark since Vincent Powers 25 years ago.

At Epsom Downs, the new track near Houston, Tex., last week little Jack Westrope booted in winners 297, 298, 299. Then he mounted a chestnut filly named Miss Tulsa. Another horse named Fortunate Youth forced her wide at the turn, forged ahead. Jockey Westrope lifted Miss Tulsa into the lead again, but she was spent, finished fourth. Next day the Epsom Downs stewards suspended Westrope for five days for rough riding. That left him three racing days in which to score his 300th victory.

Who Won

P: Neither St. Paul's School nor Yale's Freshmen: the opening of the annual holiday intercollegiate and interscholastic hockey series in Manhattan, in a hard-fought game which St. Paul's tied 2-to-2 in the third period after a dash almost the length of the rink and a quick pass.

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