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Each had stroked his ball 291 times in the four orthodox rounds of the national open championship played at Worcester, Mass.; had been congratulated on a gallant tie for first place by the men they had beaten-sleek Walter Hagen, grinning Gene Sarazen, slangy Leo Diegel, trim Johnny Farrell, husky Willie Mehlhorn, tired, chagrined, heartsick Cyril Walker, the deposed champion, to whom the title had brought little joy in the year he had held it. Now they were playing an extra 18 holes to decide it-Thin Legs Willie Macfarlane, Oak Ridge professional (Tuckahoe, N. Y.), and Fat Legs Robert...
...German whose legs sagged, the old Irishman who seemed fresh; and, though he knew, as he sat staring at the squat announcer in the blue suit, that he haa been bested, he knew also that he had been the cleverer of the two, that he had put up a gallant defense. He did not think that they would take his title away on so slight a margin. Neither did the 40,000 smoke-veiled phantoms. That is why they booed when the squat man raised his right hand, gave the title to Berlenbach...
...initiative in 1914 in meeting Sir John's persistent cry for shells, and the subsequent criticism that the latter leveled at him in his book 1914, to be entirely impartial. Whatever his faults, the deceased Field Marshal will ever be remembered as the Commander-in-Chief of those gallant heroes who, in 1914, fought overwhelming odds from Mons to Ypres, perished rather than surrender. Their sacrifice on the fields of Flanders was a main contribution to the saving of Ypres (pronounced eepre)-which the British Tommy called "Wipers"-and the Channel ports and helped to hold up the mighty...
...pound race, the University Freshmen got off to a perfect start and took the lead at once over the Yale boat. Rowing a long, deep stroke, the University continued to forge ahead in spite of the quicker beat of Yale. At the finish a gallant spurt sent the University oarsmen a full two lengths in advance of their opponents. The time for the mile course was 5m. 43s. The race was long delayed, owing to a broken rigger on the Yale shell...
...smother at the first turn, flashed a horse ("Singlefoot," screamed Coach Rockne), fell back before another ("Captain Hal," howled Owner Kaiser). Where was Quatrain? Waiting for an opening. Where was Kentucky Cardinal? Nowhere. Another horse was out now, pressing at the withers of the gallant Captain Hal, at his shoulder, at his muzzle, was clearly bumping himself like a black witch rabbit. Only one man now believed that Quatrain had a chance: he was Sande, bent to the shoulder of Flying Ebony. He could outrun Captain Hal he thought, but Quatrain was the best horse in the race, the horse...