The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-12-24

will be duly cata- ,y,u:.
logued and &C JUG " "i'"''''
claimed in the
roll call Of champions.
You will be taken to Lake Placid
through the medium Of the printed
page and once again you will hear
the saga of daring men who rode
bob sleds at mile-a-minute speed
down the side of ice-caked noun
tainS.
You will find yourself hanging
over the rail at Churchill Downs
thrilling to the stout heart Of Bur-
goo King as the southern bred
three-year old, No. 10 in the field,
comes roaring down the stretch to
beat the best in America in the
Derby classic.
You will be back in the milling
gallery at Fresh Meadow trailing
Gene Sarazen, already triumphant
in the British Open, fighting 5plen-
didly to come from behind 10 win
the American Open, and thus du-
plicate a memorable performance by
oOOUy JULIO
And as the stubby, black-haircd
italian, clicking like a blood-fueled
machine, slasheS his way TO the
front stroke by stroke, eventually to
take the lead and win, you will say
again-"There'S gameness for you.
That man is fighter"
You will sit in the stands at For
est Hills and marvel at the nerve
control. the iron complacency OF
young Ellsworth Vines as he batters
his way to victory over the great
Henri Cochet, master tennis player
of France, to win the national
championship and round out a re-
markable campaign.
InStinctively you comment: "IhlS
fellow is a natural born competitor.
The very name of Cochet would be
enough to overwhelm any other
youngster. And so you leave the
stadium inclined to agree with the
critics who say another Tilden has
arrived"
Eddie Tolan Provides Thrills
Out in Los Angeles under a pan
oply of blue and gold you will sur
render to an emotional orgy as the
greatest pageantry of outdoor sport
in history unfolds itself before your
fascinated vision. One blast of few
erish excitement follows another.
So tremendous is the spectacle few
details linger clearly. But some
how you will never forget that short
legged little Negro, Eddie Tolan, of
Michigan, who raced his heart out
to put Uncle Sam in front in both
the 100 and 200 meters, the two
great sprintS of the OlympicS.
You will take your place in the
rambling, rocking fiat cars that
rumble along the banks of the Hud-
son off the shore of PoughkeepSie.
It's the day of the big regatta.
They're off Out of the blurred chaos
of sweeping blades shoots a long
cedar silver manned by eight braWny
youths who bend forward and back
ward with the rhythmic movement
of automations.
Can't Afford to Lose
Further and further the tiny craft
glides to the front, smoothly, noise
lessly, as if fearful to awaken the
drowSy waters, until finally it is
evident the race is decided and a
new champion has been crowned
the California crew, headed for the
Olympics. They couldn't afford TO
lose and they didn't
Eayly in the spring the crew
hung legend on the boathouse
wall--"A California crew in the
OlympicS," This was youthful
pledge to the home state, the home
country. 1t was pledge that called
for hard work and self-denial, and
the young men kept it.
Those Youngsters deserve to win
the Olympic race!' You murmur,
and when you see them do it you are
strangely proud Somehow you feel
as If they are your youngsters.
And the Kid Comes Back
The year moves on and you are
sitting in Yankee Stadium watch
ing Notre Dame play Army. You
know Army is a great team. Notre
Dame has previously been beaten
by Pittsburgh. The coach is under
fire. So are some of the PLAYERS.
But this is another day 1t is all
Notre Dame. The team makes a
glorious comeback.
You leave the stadium convinced
you have seen one of the great
teams af all time. You are happy
that they won; it took a brave,
fighting team to shake off the mel
ancholy OF crushing defeat
A few weeks later you are sitting
at the ringside in Madison Square
Garden. Fidel La Barba is battling
Kid Chocolate. There is drama III
the twelfth round. The kid is ont
on his feet, dazed. feeble, Swayiag.
One more punch and it will be over.
But the punch doesn't come and in
some magical way the kid is again
the aggreSSor, and before the round
is over he is forcing the white man
TO break ground.
You like that. You like to see
your fighters stand up and come
through ip the pinches when all the
odds are against them.
The Champion of Champions
And so 1t goes. The high spots
of the year live again in the annual
sports reviews-the champions are
acclaimed again in rhapsodies to