Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-07-11
THE SPORTLICHT
BY CRANTLAND RICE.

n INNEAPOLIS, MINI, July H.
M In the second battle of Dante''
Inferno" there was again ar
old, familiar figure casting his
well known shadow across a blazing
welter of hcat at Interlachen-heat
such as Sahara never knew.
When Bobby Jones yesterday turned
in II, one stroke under par, the pros
again beat upon the tom-toms of war
and sounded the bugle call to action in
behalf of a title worth $4,000. In the
wake of these martial strains they
dashed out into the fiery furnace OF
living flame from an angry sun and
set out in pursuit of the. quarry from
Georgia, who has been the rabbit that
the greyhounds have chased for the
last eight years.
And then two brilliant Scots-Tommy
Armour of Tam o'Shanter, Detroit, and
Macdonald Smith of Lakeville, N. "
answered the challenge with two los to
lead the Georgian by stroke. There
was the echo of bagpipes in the sultry
air and the ghostly fragrance of blue
bells as the two Scots holed their puts
on the green to lead the conqueror of
St Andrews and Hoylake, now after his
third crown. Both Armour and Mac
Smith were out in 81, and then the
deadly accuracy of wood and iron came
into play as they finished in 80 each.
Armour got his 33 with a magnificent
iron shot to the final green, just five
feet from the pin. Mac Smith, after
long, straight drive, had a 4 left for a
90, but the '-on rap fell short and he
had to hole siX-footer for his S.
Whiffy Cox of Dyker Meadow, Brook
lyn, loose jointed, carefree son of the
ancient green, was the next that re-
sponded with IL. Both Bobby and
Whtffy were out in "a and back in 81
as their clammy foreheads fairly spout
over to make putt.
1t was worse than playing in a
shower bath. The gallery of 5000 was
In casual water from start to finish, and
1t all came from open pores. Many
from the big field were burned out be-
fore the first nine holes we're finished
Well Surrounded.
A FTER the first days play Bobby
"A Jones found himself surrounded by a
flock of the greatest professionals
IN the world, a GORDON of skill and eX-
perience that not even the soul-scorch-
ing heat could hold in check.
There were Tommy Armour and Mac
Smith leading him by a stroke. There
was Whiffy Cox neck and neck. And
just behind there we're Walter Hagen
Horton Smith, Harry Cooper. George
Smith and Johnny Rogers only stroke
away, at 70.
At least four or five of these are
capable of carrying on at the same
dizzy pace. Certainly Armour, Mac
Smith and Horton Smith, Hagen and
Cooper are all tried veterans who can
go the route, even though they have to
step their way through almost unen-
durable heat. a heat that made the
temperature of Worcester five years age
look like Baffins Bay in January.
The type of golf that Armour and
Mac Smith played yesterday will keep
even a Jones fighting at his best to
take and hold the lead and finish with
the laurel.
1t was one Of the most sensational
first days any championship ever knew.
Here were eight fine golfers no more
than two strokes apart, with other stars
only a stroke or so away.
And included in these is young fell
low of SO by the name of Hagen. For
the first nine holes Hagen was Strug-
Cling ell over the lot. He was fading
his tee shots into heavy trouble and on
the second hole, 60 yards from the
green, he lifted his head on the short
pitch and got only 10 yards.
At the long fourth some one rushed
out and stepped on Hagen's ball, halt
burying it in the hot turf. He was out
in SO, wavering on the border line of q
breakup and then the old Hagen came
back with rush and whoop that
carried his big gallery along to the fin
ish with all the excitement of foot
ball game.
Hagen came back in 81 over the hard