The Washington times., 1933-12-13
Late special-sAXoN LADY
BY NAN O'REILLY


George Won Elm is the only
golfer ever beaten by Bobby Jones
who came back to beat the En-.
peror.
Taking a beating from Bobby
has had a most peculiar effect on
even our most brilliant shot
makers. He not only beats them;
he seems to break their spirit.
Consider Bobby Cruickshank at
Inwood; AL Watrous at Lytham
and st. Anne's; Joe Turnesa at
Scioto; AL Espinosa at Winged
Foot. Great golfers all, yet not
one of these men has been able
to rise to the occasion since then,
with a championship at stake.
But Won Elm? Three successive
years he and Jones met. It is
recorded that at Merton, in 1924,
Jones took this Won Elm apart
and scattered him all over that
bunkered landscape. But the
Blond Tiger" from Utah only
went back to his adopted lair on
the roast, bloody yet unbowed,
with much the same spirit as
that famous general from Dixie,
Jeb Stuart, who was clicked but
never beaten"
TaDses Jones Finally
When next they stood face to
face, at Oakmont in 1925, where
the free-for-all 16-qualifying cas-
ualty championship was staged,
Jones beat the intruder by and
6 in the SeInifinal round. Then
came the Battle Of Baltusrol.
Here at the end of a waning SUM-
mer, after it had been proven in
Britain and America that Bobby
Jones was open champion of the
world, George Won Elm engaged
the Emperor once again in "mor-
tai" combat; and this time the
Utah lad was ready for the erst-
while tiger-tamer from Dixie.
When the sun set that day-Sep-
TENDER 18, 1926-the band played
california. Here I Come" instead
Of the hackeneyed Marching
Through Georgia"
In June of 1926 Won Elm
counted up his puts at Lytham
and st. Anne's and, with 43 puts
in his final round of the British
open, found himself with 295,
tied for third place, four strokes
away from the winner and
champion, Jones. He had out
played the great genius from
Georgia with wood and iron,
so he lived alone with his putter
from June to September, sharpen
ing his blade for Baltusrol.
Safely past the qualifying
round, although not without a
struggle, he had to call on that
putter to save him against an
inspired Ellsworth Augustus in
one of the dreaded 18-hole
matches. Round after round,
day after day, his putting blade
became his trusty weapon Of de-
Tense.
Master at Every Turn
Came at last Saturday morn
ing and once again he stood face
to face with the Nemesis of his
golfing past. From the moment
he faced the starters call of
"Fore!" he became and was
master of every situation. No
longer was he awed by the En-
peror'S halo; no longer did he
feel himself beaten before he
started. It had been whispered
to George that if he once sue
ceeded in getting Jones down
Bobby wouldn't be able to get
"up";; and SO it proved.
Jones drove, and down that
human lane of hungry golf fans
doomed his great drive. Won
Elm, using a brassie-faced driver
for control, unleashed his initial
shot. It was a somewhat puzzled
Jones who played the odd; and
the first nail had been driven
in the coffin of his defeat. On
every wooden tee shot for the
next "a holes George matched
Bobby and again and again
passed him. The psychology Of
that first drive bred a confidence
in the young man from Utah
that was never shaken.
On the second hole Jones left
Won Elm a half-stymie but George
ran down his putt of 6 feet to
win. He knew from that moment
that he would hole all the hard
ones. In short, it was his tourna-
ment. On the fourth, a short hole
over the water, Jones played a
magnificent spade shot dead on
the pin. Won Elm watched it;
and then watched his ball back
spin inside Jones. He had matched
wood, iron and putter with the
greatest golfer in the world. He
was never down to Jones that
day, and after Georges first win
at second, Jones never once
throughout that long 35-hole
grind squared that match al