Word: finality
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...rewarded with the job of Ludendorff's Chief of Staff, and even though 18 months later his fortifications had fallen and his cause was lost, he had earned his brassard. When on September 29, 1918 the men of the U. S. II Corps went up against the final defenses of his Siegfried Position at Bellicourt, they had hell's own time. Between Bellicourt and Bony the St. Quentin Canal passed through a tunnel. In complete safety from shellfire the Germans massed reserve troops who lived in there on barges, ate in kitchens carved from the side...
...lower bracket, the form favorite was Bromwich, the two-hander who plays tennis like a man batting out fungoes. In the quarter-final he easily dismissed Gil Hunt, the Washington, D. C. mathematician who sometimes uses a tennis court to demonstrate how he can balance a pencil on his bare toes. But in Jack's next match, he faced no eccentric pushover. He ran up against a 19-year-old, six-foot-one Golden Boy from California, unseeded and unsung, but the nearest thing to full Titan stature U. S. tennis has seen this season. Sidney Welby Van Horn...
...turned out, he was merely clearing a troublesome opponent out of Riggs's way. Duckwalking Bobby had little to do late in the week but watch Welby wallop stylists like Elwood Cooke and Wayne Sabin (who beat Quist). When the final round came Sunday afternoon, 21-year-old Bobby knew how to handle Welby. Bobby kept him moving, fed him no setup lobs, passed him at the net, caught him flustered and flatfooted with service aces, finished him off in straight sets, 6-4, 6-2, 6-4. Bobby won the title, but the boy they talked about...
...entry list at Chicago's North Shore Country Club. The National itself is one of the toughest grinds going-two qualifying rounds of medal play to cut the field to 64, four rounds of 18-hole match play to determine the semifinalists, then 36-hole semifinal and final matches. Bobby Jones, who won it five times, used to call the National Amateur a nightmare. One flubbed iron, one balky putt, and the ruling champion often finds himself among the spectators...
...final, Ward took the first nine one up, was four up at the end of the first 18. Billows had him even only once, on the eighth. In the afternoon round, Ward blazed through the first nine to become seven up. On the 13th, with five holes to play, he was still seven up and national champion. Ward hits super-lengthy drives, on-in-two brassies, crisp irons, but the answer to last week's feat lay in his putter. In the 66 holes he had to play in the last two rounds, he one-putted 29 greens, three...