Judge — January 9, 1932 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE JUDGING me SPORTS -< Cas esl “4 By Joe Williams 7 own diapered boy friend, 1£ been two 2, has around weeks now and nothing has happened in sports. Maybe Mr. Hoover ought to nother commission. — Still are a few months left. A year ow there will probably be a f new champions and new ree- There generally is. I don't go in for crystal gazing any more, my eyes being what they are, and so IT wouldn't know what to ex- pect, except that very likely Helen Wills Moody will again be your ten- nis champion. She is about the only unfailing repeater left aside frot Tammany voters. It used to be that you could always count on Bob Jones or Bill Tilden to make you look good as a press box oracle, but they no longer dwell in the monastery of the simon pures. Everybody says this is all for the best, that faces and new fields crea piquant uncertainty that en- livens the sports scene. And perhaps this is true, although there is some- thing comforting and friendly about having the old timers around. I even miss voting for William Jennings Bryan, and I can still work up a fine emotional lather about the way Pudge Heffelfinger used to play football— or was it camelot? I don’t know whether the debating society of the Steam Fitters’ Union has yet decided upon its annual prize for the most meritorious performance in sports over the past twelvemonth but if it does not go to Francis Ouimet almost appoint there from gang ords. new there is no justice. I mean it was rather stirring to sce this old cam- paigner back after seventeen years and go smashing through the field to win the National amateur golf that vie- tory, every the land threw his shoulders back, raised his chin two yards and went out into the night itching for a fist fight with some All-America fullback. To be sure, Mr. Ouimet won from a field that did not include a Bob Jones or a George Von Elm—and that is like winning the heavy- weight championship by shadow box- but he shot beautiful golf all the and it would have taken record- breaking figures to beat him, or even tic him. You get idea of the soundness of Mr. Ouimet's game when you recall that as far back as 1913 he was bowling over such fellows as Vardon and Ray and causing no end of royal annoyance in) Buckingham Palac This would seem to indicate that golf, like breathing, is a trick that, once mastered, stays with you, come championship. Following graybeard in something some it fore and aft, 1931 more than moderately interesting and exciting. Another time-stained G AR who came back was Pop Glendon, the Navy coach, whose crew won the Poughkeepsie regatta. There is a legend that Pop was stroke oar for shington on the Delaware back in those happy. carefree days of the Revolution, At any rate, he has been turning out crews for a great number of years and it was a delightful whim of the gods that lifted him back to the top at a time when even his old pals on the river were beginning to mumble AKING was Seeking New Fields? 12 in their beards that Pop had lost his punch, if not his pauneh, It was a grand sight to watch Pop's boys go driving down the river that £ afternoon to beat Cornell and Washington to the finish line. And it was grand, too, to watch the old skipper, grown suddenly young and erect, climb out of his launch and offer amused condolences to his son, Dick, coach of the favorite Columbia boat. It was as if he meant to say, “This is no game for kids.” Mr. Cornelius MeGillicuddy, who does the master-minding for his Ath- letics, had a fine chance to strike still another blow for the hardened arter- ies of sport in the world series, but something happened to him. Specifi Ily that something was a wild, roar ing young man now nationally known as Pepper Martin. If it hadn't been for the Pepper, Mr. McGillieuddy would have had himself his third series championship in a row. For in truth the series was a ducl between the Athletics and Mr. Mar tin, and it wasn’t much of a duel at that. T mean that Mr. Martin was so superior to the Athletics that there wasn’t any comparison—unless you (Continued on page 25) comicbooks.com