Chapter XIII: Sports (2)

The intense rivalry between the two teams, although
subdued, was visible in many ways; and yet the game
went off smoothly, as most games do when umpired by
Billy Evans, and the large crowd was delighted with
its afternoon’s outing.

* * * * *

It was Rockland Day at Fenway Park and fully 1000
fans were present from that energetic town. Before
the game they marched around the field to the music
of a band; then they were ushered into the right
wing of the grandstand, where they had a delightful
afternoon, rooting for the Red Sox and punctuating
their applause with the bass drum.

As Rockland is a town where President Lannin
spent many of his boyhood days, he was especially
delighted to see such a splendid gathering. A
beautiful gold watch and chain were presented to
the Red Sox president.

There was also a large delegation of Boston waiters
present as President Lannin’s guests, and still
another large delegation will be out today. As the
waiters could not all leave business at once, they
split up their calls between two games.

The attendance given out, 11,315, did not include
the fans from Rockland or the waiters from Boston.

The day was dark and cloudy, and before three
innings were over a light sprinkling of rain caused
the fans in the bleachers to make for the covered
pavilions, where they were allowed to go. There was
quite a heavy sprinkle again in the fifth inning,
but the game went on, with a strong, cold wind
blowing across the field.

So intensely interesting was the game that the fans
sat as if glued to their seats until the last man
went out, when a good, stiff shout went up for the
Speed Boys, and the Tigers walked off the field
sore to the quick and in the worst kind of humor
for fan talk.

* * * * *

With one out in the first inning, Bush singled.
Cobb hit safely to center on the first ball.
Crawford singled over second, scoring Bush. Veach
was thrown out at first, and Burns was disposed
of by Janvrin, Boston getting out of a very bad
corner. The Red Sox went out in order on three weak
infield flies.

In the second Young was safe at first on a wild
throw by Cady. Baker hit to Janvrin, who refused to
toss the ball to Barry, but instead ran to second,
touched the bag and threw wild to first. No damage
was done, however, as Coveleskie flied to left and
Vitt was thrown out at first.

Gainor was hit by a pitched ball and sacrificed to
second by Lewis. Gardner struck out. Barry hit a
ball to short that Bush took well back of the line
and threw short to first, the ball bounding over
Burns’ shoulder and allowing Gainor to score the
tying run.

Bush opened the third with a single. Cobb smashed
a liner to center that Speaker made a great catch
of. Then Crawford and Veach sent high flies to the
outfield. Boston could make no headway against the
Tiger pitcher.

In the fourth inning both teams went out in order.
Gainor, having reached first, was doubled up on
Lewis’ grounder to the pitcher.

In the fifth, with two down, Bush was given a base
hit when Janvrin failed to get a ball that came to
him on a merry bound. Cobb got in a scratch single,
and with big Sam Crawford up it was a trying moment
until he sent a long fly that Speaker pulled down.

With two down in this inning, Cady dropped one in
right field for two bases, to see Shore thrown out
at first.

The Tigers went out in order in the sixth. Young,
drawing a pass, was nailed when he tried for
second, as Cady was in fine throwing form. Janvrin
was hit by a pitched ball, but never left first.

With two down in the seventh, Vitt singled and
tried for second, but again Cady’s throw was
perfect.

Lewis led off with a single to center. Gardner was
patient and got Coveleskie in for three balls. Then
came two strikes and Larry was forced to hit, Young
handling his fast grounder in fine style. Barry hit
a low liner to right that Crawford made a great try
for, the ball hitting the ground and rolling past
him, Lewis scoring what proved to be the winning
run.

It was now up to the Red Sox to hold their
advantage and keep the Tigers from scoring. Bush, a
hard man to get, was called out on strikes, Shore
displaying remarkably clever form at this stage
of the game. Cobb was forced to hit, as Shore was
putting the ball over the center of the pen. Ty
missed twice and then hit a sharp grounder that
Janvrin played to first. Crawford sent one to
Hooper and things brightened for the home team.

* * * * *

In the ninth Veach smashed a line fly to right that
Hooper timed to a nicety while playing very deep
and pulled down after a sharp run. Burns smashed
the first ball to the bank in left center for two
bases, and the Tigers got busy on the coaching
lines and in the dugout, cheering like wild men for
a hit.

Kavanagh was sent in to bat for Young, and drew a
pass, as Shore would not take a chance to groove a
ball for this slugger. McKee went to bat for Baker
and was thrown out by Shore.

With men at third and second, where a hit would
more than likely win the game for the Tigers, Dubuc
was sent in to bat for Coveleskie, with two down,
and he smashed away at the first ball dished up,
driving the leather to left center, where Speaker
pulled it down after a sharp run, and the game was
over.

The best fielding features were furnished by Bush,
who displayed remarkable ability in covering
ground, really making hard plays easy by his
phenomenally quick starts. Hooper and Speaker, as
well as Barry and Cady, did some sharp fielding for
the Red Sox.

But to Shore belongs about 75 per cent of the glory
for winning the game, for after the first inning he
settled down and was steady as well as effective.
He was given what belonged to him by Umpire Evans,
and was not forced to suffer as the other Boston
pitchers were, with Mr. Chill behind the plate. The
score:

BOSTON AB R BH TB PO A E

Hooper rf 4 0 0 0 2 0 0
Janvrin ss 3 0 1 1 2 3 0
Speaker cf 4 0 0 0 4 0 0
Gainor 1b 2 1 0 0 11 0 0
Lewis lf 3 1 1 1 2 0 0
Gardner 3b 3 0 0 0 0 1 0
Barry 2b 3 0 1 2 2 4 0
Cady c 3 0 1 2 4 2 1
Shore p 3 0 0 0 0 2 0
-- -- -- -- -- -- --
Totals 28 2 4 6 27 12 1

DETROIT

Vitt 3b 4 0 1 1 1 0 0
Bush ss 4 1 3 3 2 3 1
Cobb cf 4 0 2 2 1 0 0
Crawford rf 4 0 1 1 0 0 0
Veach lf 4 0 0 0 1 0 0
Burns 1b 4 0 1 2 11 0 0
Young 2b 2 0 0 0 3 4 0
Baker c 3 0 0 0 5 0 0
Coveleskie p 3 0 0 0 0 4 0
[D]Kavanagh 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
[E]McKee 1 0 0 0 0 0 0
[F]Dubuc 1 0 0 0 0 0 0
-- -- -- -- -- -- --
Totals 34 1 8 9 24 11 1

[D] Batted for Young in ninth.

[E] Batted for Baker in ninth.

[F] Batted for Coveleskie in ninth.

Innings 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Boston 0 1 0 0 0 0 1 0 --2
Detroit 1 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0--1

Earned runs, Detroit, Boston. Two-base hits, Cady,
Burns, Barry. Sacrifice hit, Lewis. Base on balls,
by Shore 2, by Coveleskie. First base on errors,
Boston, Detroit. Left on bases, Boston 5, Detroit
7. Struck out, by Shore 4, by Coveleskie 3. Double
play, Coveleskie, Young and Burns. Hit by pitched
ball, by Coveleskie, Janvrin, Gainor. Time, 1h 52m.
Umpires, Evans and Chill.

* * * * *

BASEBALL GAME

_New York Times_

Look: there he goes!!

Ty Cobb is loose again on a base galloping spree.
He romps to first on a single. Slim Caldwell
pitches to Nunamaker, and the ball nestles in his
big mitt. Cobb, a few feet off first, suddenly
bolts into action and races to second. Nunamaker,
amazed at the Georgian’s daring, stands dumfounded.

He throws the ball to Dan Boone just as the
Southern Flyer jumps into second base. The steel
spikes flash in the waning sun and Cobb is lost in
a cloud of dust. Nunamaker’s nervous toss rolls
into centre field and the Georgia Gem bounds to
his feet and tears to third. He’s as safe as the
Bank of England. Cobb’s sarcastic smile angers his
hoodwinked opponents.

Now the speed-crazed comet dashes up and down the
third-base line, trying to rattle Caldwell. Will
Cobb have the nerve to try to steal home? You said
it; he will. Caldwell doesn’t think so. No one
thinks so, but Cobb. The Yanks’ lanky pitcher hurls
the ball at the batsman like a rifle ball. As the
ball left his hand Cobb bounded over the ground
like a startled deer.

At the plate crouched Nunamaker. He was so
surprised that he didn’t know his own name. Cobb
dashed through the air toward the scoring pan. His
lithe body swerved away from Nunamaker’s reach and
clouds of dirt kicked up by his spikes blinded the
eyes of Nunamaker, Caldwell, and Silk O’Loughlin.

The umpire ruled that the catcher didn’t touch
Cobb. He also ruled that Cobb hadn’t touched the
plate. While the Yankee players were protesting
Cobb sneaked around the bunch and touched the
plate.

A smart young feller, this same Cobb.

The bold piracy of Captain Kidd was like taking
ice-cream cones from children compared with
that. Caldwell threw his glove high in the air
in derision at O’Loughlin’s decision. Naturally
Caldwell and Nunamaker were in a very disturbed
state of mind.

So is a man when a “dip” relieves him of his
watch-chain and wallet. Cobb pulled the wool over
their eyes like a “sharper” unloading mining stock
on a Rube. Caldwell was put out of the game for
being mad because Cobb had outwitted him.

Aside from this outburst of daring the Southern
Flyer also contributed all the other means whereby
the Detroits were able to shut out the Yankees at
the Polo Grounds yesterday by a score of 3 to 0.
Oscar Vitt had teased a pass from Caldwell in the
first inning. Cobb strutted chestily to the bat.
From the coaching lines pearls of oratorical wisdom
began to drop from Hughie Jennings’s chiseled lips.

It sounded like this: “Come on you, Ty boy,
attababy. Only one out, O, Ty. Bring ’em in; you
kin do it. Old pepperino, Ty boy. Attaway to hit a
baseball. E-E-E-Eh Yah, here we go.”

Cobb gracefully swung on the ball. With a
resounding crash it started on its dizzy flight
between right and centre fields. The Georgia racer
gathered speed as he went along. Bounding over the
ground like a phantom, he turned first, flashed
past second, and pulled up smiling at third, with
Vitt already over the pan. Cobb’s batting .400.
Going up?

Then came old Sam Crawford, Cobb’s partner in the
pitcher-wrecking business. Sam would never leave
his friend Cobb stranded like a wooden Indian
on the bases, not if he could help it. Crawford
reasoned this way. He figured that if he didn’t
propel Tyrus home, Cobb would steal home, anyway,
and cause the Yankees a lot of embarrassment. So
Wahoo Sam cracked out a single and Cobb walked
home. The score:

DETROIT.
AB R H PO A

Bush, ss 4 0 1 4 4
Vitt, 3b 3 1 0 3 3
Cobb, cf 4 2 2 1 0
C’ford, rf 4 0 1 1 0
Veach, lf 4 0 0 0 0
Kav’h, 1b 4 0 1 13 1
Young, 2b 3 0 0 1 7
McKee, c 2 0 0 4 0
Dubuc, p 3 0 0 0 0
-- -- -- -- --
Total 31 3 5 27 15

NEW YORK.
AB R H PO A
M’sel, 3b 4 0 1 0 0
P’p’gh, ss 4 0 0 4 4
Cree, cf 4 0 1 5 0
Pipp, 1b 3 0 0 9 1
Cook, rf 3 0 0 1 0
H’tz’l, lf 3 0 1 2 0
Boone, 2b 4 0 1 1 1
Sw’ney, c 3 0 0 5 0
[G]High 0 0 0 0 0
N’m’ker, c 0 0 0 0 1
C’well, p 3 0 0 0 2
Pieh, p 0 0 0 0 0
-- -- -- -- --
Total 31 0 4 27 9

[G] Ran for Sweeney in seventh inning.

Errors--Vitt, Nunamaker.

Detroit 2 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 1--3
New York 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0--0

Two-base hit--Maisel. Three-base hit--Cobb. Stolen
bases--Cook, Cobb (2.) Earned runs--Detroit, 2.
Sacrifice hit--McKee. Left on bases--New York, 7;
Detroit, 4. First base on error--New York. Bases
on balls--Off Caldwell, 2; off Dubuc, 2. Hits--Off
Caldwell, 4 in 8 2-3 innings; off Pieh, 1 in 1-3
inning. Hit by pitcher--By Dubuc, (Cook.) Struck
out--By Caldwell, 5; by Dubuc, 2. Time of game--One
hour and fifty-five minutes. Umpires--Messrs.
O’Loughlin and Hildebrand.

* * * * *

COLLEGE CREW PROSPECTS

_New York Times_

After a long rest, candidates for the Columbia
’Varsity crew will be called out next week to start
the long training for the Spring races and for the
intercollegiate regatta on the Hudson in June.
Jim Rice, coach of the Blue and White navy, will
order the men to the rowing machines on the opening
day of college following the Christmas recess,
for practice until the end of the examinations
following the first term. Daily work on the
machines will then be ordered, and the crew men
will not have any further let-up in their training.

Rice is confronted with a difficult task this
season in finding the material to build up a
winning crew to match the eight which swept the
Hudson last June and won the intercollegiate
championship of America. Only three men of this
crew have returned to college. A new stroke must be
developed, and practically an entirely new eight
built up, from the junior squad of last season.

Those who have seen Coach Rice whip together crews
will not, however, be discouraged at this time. In
years past Coach Rice has started out the season
with an untrained and comparatively small squad of
oarsmen and has startled college circles with a
wonderful eight, ready by the time the Spring races
rolled around. It is fair to assume that a similar
feat will be performed this year.

An example of Coach Rice’s ability in this respect
was furnished last season in the building up of
a junior ’Varsity eight. With the exception of
Robinson, the oarsmen from the two freshmen eights
of 1915 and 1916, both of which finished last in
the freshmen races at Poughkeepsie, were whipped
into shape as the junior eight and finished
second against all the other colleges in the
intercollegiate regatta.

It is on these eight men, with the three men left
over from the ’Varsity eight and a couple of
freshmen of last season, that Coach Rice will have
to depend for this year’s ’Varsity eight. The most
telling loss this season is the graduation of C. F.
McCarthy, who stroked the winning eight, and Capt.
Irving Hadsell, who rowed at No. 7, two of the
best and gamest oarsmen who ever sat in a Columbia
shell. Steddiford Pitt is another splendid blade
who is lost to the crew this year, and the strength
and fight found in Rothwell are hard to spare.

The three men who must serve as the nucleus for
this year’s eight are Bratton, who rowed at No. 6;
Sanborn, who rowed at No. 4, and Naumer, who rowed
at bow. Bratton was one of the strongest men in
the eight, weighing 180 pounds, and there is no
question but that Coach Rice will place him back
in the waist of the shell this season. Naumer is
a good oarsman, and obtained his seat at bow last
season purely on his merits, as evidenced after a
long tryout against Cronenberg for the position.
It is highly probable that Naumer will be moved
further down in the boat this year, and that
Cronenberg will get his place at bow.

Much speculation centres about the selection of
stroke of the eight. Ex-Capt. “Irv.” Hadsell
predicts that Frank McCarthy will find a way to
get back in his old position this Spring, but
positive denials by McCarthy seem to indicate
otherwise. The two logical men for the position as
pacemaker of the eight are Myers, who stroked the
junior boat last season, and Sanborn, who stroked
the 1915 freshmen crew, rowed at No. 2 in the
’Varsity four of 1913, and held down the place at
No. 4 in the ’Varsity of 1914.

The student body is faced with the task of raising
$2,700 to take care of the crew debt contracted in
1913-14. A few of the alumni have been supporting
the crew with large donations, and at present they
hold notes for the above amount. Recently, however,
an appeal was sent out to the undergraduates to
help bear the burden, and their response has been
quick and loyal.

The Greek letter fraternities at Columbia have come
forward with $500, and the undergraduates prior to
leaving for the holidays pledged an equal amount.
Further efforts will be made when the students
return, and it is confidently expected about the
campus that a good share of the indebtedness will
be paid off within a few months.

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COLLEGE ROWING REGATTA

_Christian Science Monitor_

HARVARD-YALE WINNERS FOR 1915

FIRST VARSITY EIGHTS
Yale 20m. 52s.

SECOND VARSITY EIGHTS
Yale 10m. 40s.

FRESHMAN EIGHTS
Yale [H]8m. 6s.

FRESHMAN FOURS
Harvard 6m. 21s.

GRADUATE EIGHTS
Harvard 3m. 5½s.

[H] Mile and a half by agreement.

* * * * *

NEW LONDON, Conn.--By making a clean sweep of
the three major events of their annual regatta
with Harvard on the Thames river Friday, Yale is
today champion over Harvard in rowing, and, with
previous victories over Cornell, Pennsylvania
and Princeton, will be generally regarded as
intercollegiate rowing champions of the United
States for 1915.

That Yale deserves the victories which she won over
the Crimson Friday is certain. The Eli varsity
captured one of the biggest victories over the
Harvard varsity when she won by about five lengths
in the record time of 20m. 52s., that the Blue
has registered against the Crimson in many years.
The race was rowed upstream, which makes the time
a new record, and it is stated by those who have
followed rowing on the Thames for many years, that
had the race been rowed down stream Yale would
probably have broken the record of 20m. 10s. for
the course. It is also interesting to note that the
Harvard varsity was inside of the old record for
the upstream course.

Yale owes her victory to the coaching of Guy
Nickalls, the famous English college oarsman. It
was the second year that Nickalls had coached the
Yale varsity and both years he has turned out crews
which have defeated the Crimson.

Yale took the lead at the very start of the varsity
race and was never caught by Harvard. Rowing a
lower stroke almost the entire distance, Yale kept
drawing away from the Crimson oarsmen and, despite
the fact that Stroke Lund succeeded in getting his
crew to raise the stroke to as high as 34 beats to
the minute over the last part of the race, Yale,
rowing a much lower and easier stroke, was able to
increase its lead.

While the Harvard crew appeared to be a smoother
rowing eight than Yale’s it did not move through
the water nearly as well. There was a perceptible
drag to the Harvard varsity between strokes, while
the Yale eight went evenly and showed very little
if any slowing up between the strokes. At all times
the Harvard crew appeared to be better together,
but it did not make as good use of the slides as
the Yale eight. The rigging did not appear to fit
the Harvard oarsmen to the best advantage.

Yale won the freshman race by about a length and
a half. This race was a very unsatisfactory one.
The event was to have been rowed in the morning,
but was postponed until after the varsity race.
It did not start until about 7:30 in the evening.
After the race had been under way a few minutes
the Harvard stroke caught a crab and the crews
were stopped. It was then agreed to start again
and row a mile and a half instead of the customary
two miles. Yale finally won this race although
the Crimson oarsmen made the contest much closer
than the varsity race. Yale’s time was 8m. 6s. and
Harvard 8m. 10s.

The race for second varsity eights was the hardest
fought of the day and the Yale victory in 19m. 40s.
opened a very successful day for Yale. The official
times of the varsity and freshman races by half
miles follow:

VARSITY

Yale Harvard
½ mile 2:05 2:08½
1 mile 4:40 4:45
1½ miles 7:27½ 7:34
2 miles 10:05 10:14
2½ miles 12:39½ 12:52
3 miles 15:27 15:39
3½ miles 18:22 18:40
4 miles 20:52 21:13½

FRESHMEN

Half mile 2:22 2:23½
Mile 5:20 5:22
Mile and a half 8:06 8:10

* * * * *

TENNIS MATCH

_Kansas City Star_

Playing masterful tennis and repeatedly downing
every attempted rally made by his opponent,
Clifford J. Lockhorn yesterday defeated Jack
Cannon, the Kansas City champion, in the finals
match in the invitation tennis tournament staged on
the K. C. A. C. courts. Lockhorn’s winning count
was 6-2, 6-4, 6-2, and, after the finish of the
first set, at no time did it appear that the local
crack had a chance to defeat the Cincinnati expert.

Let it be said in Cannon’s defense that he did not
play his best game, the game that downed Rolan
Hoerr in the Missouri Valley tournament last year,
and the game that made him run Joseph Armstrong a
hard race for the final title in that classic. The
courts yesterday were heavy, sogged by the recent
rains, and Cannon looks best on a fast, light
ground. And, knowing before he started the first
set the handicap he was working under, the Kansas
City star appeared a trifle nervous before play had
been running long.

But Lockhorn’s work was marvelous! The crowded
stand which witnessed every moment of the day’s
play was applauding his every move as he finished
up the last set. His head work was perfect, and his
strokes sure. An easy side-arm shot, apparently
simple for his opponent to fathom, gained him point
after point in Cannon’s back court. His direction
was always good, and clever placements followed
successively in such lightning-like order that
Cannon was kept running about the court most of the
time. And when the new player showed that wonderful
assurance, verging almost on carelessness, which
characterized his every move, the crowd was with
him. They couldn’t help but be.

Cannon opened up the first set well, taking the
first game handily on his own serve, after Lockhorn
had raced it up to deuce twice. The next three went
to Lockhorn in rapid succession, the “dark horse”
showing Sphinx-like steadiness on his own serve,
and passing Cannon repeatedly at the net when the
local player’s second shot on his own serve would
be too easily placed. With the score 3-1 against
him, Cannon braced, and took the fifth game,
game-thirty, but the spurt was short lived and
once again Lockhorn started his old sure, steady,
thoughtful play, running out the next three games,
and winning the set, 6-2, in clever fashion.

The second set was perhaps Cannon’s best one. He
seemed to have lost a trifle of the wildness that
had marked his opening play, and repeatedly drew
applause from the gallery for his brilliant returns
of Lockhorn’s back-line placements. The first six
games were divided, three and three. Then Lockhorn
took “seven” and “eight,” raising the score to
5-3 in his favor. Cannon took the ninth game,
game-fifteen, on his own serve, but Lockhorn, with
the possibility of a deuce set facing him, allowed
Cannon just one point in the last game, and the
second set ended 6-4, “all his way.”

The third and deciding set started out like a
walk-away for the Cincinnati player. Cannon,
scenting defeat in the air, grew over anxious and
wild. His own service was frequently off in its
direction, and he often smashed Lockhorn’s serve
into the net or the fence, without opening up a
chance for a volley at which he generally is so
successful. Lockhorn quickly took five of the first
six games in this set. The seventh he dropped,
after he had had match point on Cannon once. But he
rallied on his own service in the eighth game, and,
though it went to deuce, he shot two clever drives
down Cannon’s sidelines for the last two points of
the set, which gave him the match, 6-2, 6-4, 6-2.

Lockhorn, the most feared player in Kansas City
because of his untouted victory over Cannon
yesterday, is a clever player to watch on the
courts. He never gets excited, and seems almost
lazy in the easy indifference with which he plays
his opponent’s hardest strokes. The highest
pinnacle of his play has been unexplored by local
cracks--at least in this tourney. Every time out he
shows a little more “stuff” and exerts himself just
enough to beat his next rival.

Kansas City followers of tennis will watch
Lockhorn’s work anxiously in the Missouri Valley
tournament in the fall. Alexander Squair and Walter
Hayes, R. F. Shelton and J. B. Adoue, jr., Paul
Darrough and Gene Monett will be there; so will
Roland Hoerr and Drummond Jones. Perhaps Lockhorn
may uncover a little of that “old stuff” of his
then. Kansas City enthusiasts want to see just what
he has, anyway.

* * * * *

GOLF MATCH

_Boston Transcript_

There was nothing of the runaway about this
morning’s half of the final round for the John
Shepard, Jr., trophy between Francis Ouimet and
Paul Tewksbury, chums and both members of the
Woodland Golf Club, where the match is being
played. The national amateur champion led by one
up at the end of the morning play, after a round
in which the margin at no time was more than two
holes. They play the final eighteen holes this
afternoon, and considerably more of a gallery is
expected than witnessed the play in the morning.

As a general thing Mr. Ouimet plays the Woodland
course around 73 to 75 in his matches, but this
morning he kept out of the 80 class only by a
single stroke. Mr. Tewksbury had one bad hole, the
thirteenth, so that his medal was 82. The pair
halved one hole in 7, which is decidedly unusual
for them, and another in 6.

The first hole went to Mr. Ouimet on the strength
of an exceptionally fine putt, where he faced a
stymie and had to slice around his opponent’s ball
to get down in 4. Luck was with the champion at the
second, where his topped approach rolled through a
bunker onto the green about ten feet past the hole,
whence he ran it down for a 3 and became 2 up.
Neither reached the third green in 2, against the
wind, and they halved in 5, as was the case also at
the fourth. Mr. Ouimet required another 5 at the
fifth, failing to get on from the tee, and then
taking three putts. He lost that hole and also the
sixth, where he drove into the woods. This squared
the match.

After a succession of four 5s, which in itself is
decidedly unusual for the champion, he managed to
get back to normal with a 4 at the seventh, which
won it; he then played such an accurate approach
at the eighth that he holed the putt for a 3 and
became 2 up once more. He pulled one out of bounds
at the ninth, which cost him the hole and left him
1 up at the turn.

They halved the tenth in par 3. Mr. Tewksbury’s
superior play netted him a 4 at the eleventh,
which squared the match again. There was something
spectacular at the twelfth, where Mr. Tewksbury hit
the cup on an approach shot from the embankment
above the green and stopped near enough to get down
his putt for a 4. Mr. Ouimet was off the green
also on his second, but approached close enough to
sink his putt for the half. The thirteenth was a
nightmare to Mr. Tewksbury, who played about four
shots and then gave up the hole. He had a chance to
square the match at the fourteenth, where a long
drive and equally fine second put him within seven
feet of the hole, but it was a difficult putt and
he missed his 3.

The 600-yard fifteenth hole was a stiff
proposition, owing to the strong wind, and neither
player got home in 3. Then, singularly enough, they
took three putts apiece for a half in 7. That was
in decided contrast to the play at the sixteenth,
which they halved in 3. To the other long hole,
the seventeenth, Mr. Ouimet was hole high, but a
number of yards below the green in 2. His short
approach was much too strong and he failed to get
his fourth dead or to hole his putt for a 5. Mr.
Tewksbury, who was little better situated in 3 than
Mr. Ouimet in 2, finally had a putt of four feet
to win the hole. He missed it, and they halved in
6. Then they halved the home hole in 3. It was a
striking finish--to halve four successive holes in
7, 3, 6, 3. Their cards:

Ouimet 4 3 5 5 5 5 4 3 6--40
Tewksbury 5 4 5 5 4 4 5 4 5--41
Ouimet 3 5 4 4 4 7 3 6 3--39--79
Tewksbury 3 4 4 [I]7 4 7 3 6 3--41--82

[I] Approximated.