The Washington times., 1933-12-07

down the stretch. When the pack
goes tearing into the third and
fourth rounds, almost anything
can happen. It generally does!
Hopes Blasted On 18th
The most rabid golf fans on
earth would have scorned even
the thought that Hancock had
chance. Yet with five holes
to go, a Hancock came Roland"
down the fairway, with his old
chariot runnin' wild. BY the
time he reached the plateau six
teenth, 10000 stunned golf fans
were running just as wild as Han
cock, all trying to get to him.
He had turned on the heat.
but his championship special
skidded off into the rough on the
seventeenth and a wreck barely
rolled it's way home. They never
repaired the old wagon afterWard
and now Hancock walks where 1t
looked as though he were due to
ride in state.
The story of his rise and fall
can be told in a few words. He
needed S, 6 to win; 6, s to tie. He
took 7, 6 to finish third. And with
all due respect to the young man
from Moth Carolina, it is safe to
say that had he needed 8, 8 to
win, 8, 9 to tie, '1e would have
finished 9. 10, once he realized
that he had the championship
in his grasp. A well-meaning
spectator called make way for
the champion" as Roland walked
off the sixteenth green; and that
was the end. Hancock was
punch-drunk from I on.
emperor" Jones Ties
Another chariot swung into the
final fairway stretch that Satur-
day afternoon, a golden chariot
with Emperor in it's golden seat.
When he stopped by the wayside
to check in at the sixteenth, long
after Farrell ha1 finished, behind
the unlucky H cock, Jones
needed pars-3, 4, Son the last
three holes to lead the man who
was to beat him the next day. Yes,
indeed, that explosion Of Han
cocks caused so much excitement
and CONSERVATION that the Jones
finish of 4, S, was not tragedy.
1t tied him with Farrell at 294.
Hagen played perhaps the
greatest nine hole sof his career
to score 80 for round of 70 in
a cloudburSt, yet faded out of the
picture with 76. George Won Elm,
still an amateur, chalked up 43
strokes in the last lap for a II
to be two strokes b-ck of the
leaders, tied with the 1aig.
Farrell, on the tenth hole with
nothing to lose and nothing to
gain but a few extra dollars of
prize money, dropped birdie and
heard another sing on the
eleventh; so he turned on the
steam down the last nine holes,
and with 294 opposite his name,
sat back under the trees to watch
the winter come up to the final
green.
Fate Smiles On Farrell
He waited in vain, and so it
turned out on that afternoon of
June %. 1923, that the tickle god
dess of chance stepped up and laid
her dainty hand on Ohe black
curly locks of an Irish lad,
Johnny Farrell, of Quaker Ridge.
WeStcheSter county, N. Y.
The unkind fate that had given
him Jones for partner and op-
ponent the first two rounds more
than evened the score when she
dealt him the same Jones for
ian opponent only" in a 36 hole
play-off the next day. To be
paired with Jones in those days
spelled disaster. for the crowds
only wanted to see the Georgia
Cracker and the other fellow was
lost in the shuttle.
Let it here be said that on that
final 36-hole test Johnny Farrell
rode those Olympia FairWays as
though he mad been a lifetime
playmate of hainpions. He
knocked that little white onion
a mile from every tee, and