Evening star., 1934-09-14
BR0OKL|NE FINISH
CERTAIN THRILLER
British Title Holder Is Yet
to Use Last Two Holes.
Not to Visit D. C..
BY WALTER r. McCALLUM.

BY WALTER r.. McCALLUM.
~ ROOKLINE, Mass, September
x 13.-Never has a major golf
tournament been so definitely
tabled with the name of one
contestant as is this thirty-eighth ma
tional amateur golf championship,
which entered its semi-final and more
rational phase over the magnificent
course of the County Club here today.
The gent whose monicker is due to
be engraved on the big gold mug to-
morrow afternoon is w. Lawson Little,
jr, the California larruper. Wild
horses couldn't stop the big Little
boy today as he scents the kill and
the chance to add the American anna
teur championship to his British anna
teur crown. Just coming onto the
crest of his game after spell of bad
golf, Little is due for an exhibition
like he put on in the final show in
England last May, when he shot 66
in the last round.
Little doesn't even know what the
last two holes of this golf course look
like except as he remembers them
from the practice rounds. For he
hasn't had to play them so far in this
tournament. Even in the days when
Bob Jones was laying them on the
line by 8 and Z, no competitor has
loomed like such probable winner as
the 23year-old Little boy. He is def
nitely tagged as the winner of this
tournament and no fooling. A guy
who never gets past the sixteenth
playing ordinary golf is due to wipe
'em out by bigger margins in a &C.
hole match when he is hitting his
shots.
Some Good Ones Left.
THERE are couple of guys whose
i names are not Joe left in this
golf tournament. Such guys as
"Spec" Goldman and Reynolds Smith
from Dallas, Tex, who meet each
other today. and tall, pale anemic-
looking fellow from a place called
Aurora, H.. named Don Armstrong,
who is due to hit the hurricane which
is Little today and to vanish like snow
in June. No one is more surprised
than this same big Armstrong fellow
that he is in semi-final of the tour
nament and he is due for a bigger
surprise along about $3.50 this after
noon, when Mr.. Little ushers him TO-
ward the showers. If he licks Little
he probably will pass out from sheer
nerve strain. for Don, even though he
Is pretty good golfer, never has gone
anywhere in this championship. Usual
ly he has been one of the lads in
the agate type under the failed to
qualify" line.
So the championship is due to pass
somewhere west of the Mississippi this
year, provided Mr.. Armstrong doesn't
pull one out of the hat and whip Mr..
Little. The two Texas la<tA, Goldman
and Smith, the latter the St.te cham
pion, assure the State of the Lone Star
a spot in the final for the first time.
Smiths Dogs Shrieking.
DY THIS time young Smith, 81
ID years old. an oil salesman in his
native Dallas, must be tired. His
dogs must be barking plenty loud,
what with six regular rounds and IL
extra holes over this trying golf
course.
Spec" Goldman, his opponent to-
day, on the other hand, hasn't used
up all his reserve trying to snuff out
flock Of chaps on extra holes as has
Smith, for the Smith boy today holds
the world record for extra-hole
matches in any championship. He
went five extra holes in the gather
ing dusk last night before tall, slew
footed Ernest Pieper, jr., from San
Jose, Calf, blew a 3-footer on the
fifth green to give him the match.
That one followed four extra-hole
matches, won on the nineteenth and
twentieth by the raven-haired Texas
lad. He won his first round on the
eighteenth, his second on the nine
teenth, his third on the twentieth,
his fourth on the nineteenth, his
fifth on the twentieth and his sixth
on the twenty-third. If there Is any
thing at all to destiny in golf tour
nament he should win, but even If
he gets by Goldman today, Little is
too good for him.
They are due to play 36 holes or
less today and there won't be any
yelling of 'I WIZ robbed" after they
finish. It's Texas against Texas and
California against Illinois. Chick
Evans, the grand old Chicago vet
eran, went out at the hands of Arm
strong yesterday, one of the few times
Armstrong has licked the old master
Of the irons, who wasn't SO hot with
his pitching tools.