Evening star., 1935-09-08
Can He Do 1t Again?
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tiiooe speIls. snail pfODdDly never
be able To do so we'll again.
He did as we'll. though, in the Ma
tlonal Amateur at Brookline. Mass.
two months later. when he beat Dave
Goldman IN the final by s and :
Having conquered the best anna.
teurs IN the world Little might be
regarded as unbeatable. In some other
sports this might be true - but right
there the glorious uncertainty of golf
comes in. Six weeks after his triumph
at Brookline. Lawson was beaten by
Tom Dwyer, by and l for first place
on the Stanford University golf team.
Confident as ever, Little went to
England last May, and shot a l6l for
the St George Challenge Cup at
Sandwich, which was won with score
of l58. Then he went to the Royal
Lytham St. Anne's Club, to learn the
tricks of the course on which he was
to defend his championship. More
glorious uncertainty. In the first
round of match play his drives went
wild; he f1oundered all over the course
and barely beat a local man on the las,
hole. Next day Lawson was himself
again. and shot even As for fifteen
holes. to beat Eric Martin Smith, an
ex-champion, by a and 3.
Little is happy warrior - the
harder the fight, the better he plays.
AS the battle progressed he grew
hotter and hotter, so that in the semi
final round he romped away with
G. L. Q. Henriques. seasoned. COM
petitor, by 6 and 4. Hes terrific, /
tell you. simply terrificv Mr.. Hen
riques exclaimed. All the experts
agreed that Little's opponent in the
final would be "a alamb tossed toa lion"
But DR.. William Tweddell was the
fightin'est lamb that ever faced
hungry lion. A stocky, middle-aged
Englishman, with a ready smile and
wholesome belief in himself - all the
more assured by his championship
victory IN 1927 he came out to
play, not to be tossed.
When Little's drive from the first
tee dropped safely home on the 2l5-
yard green and his own drive was far
from the putting carpet, the doctor
pitched his second nicely on and tried
for his three. He missed, and Little
got his three; and the Briton placidly
moved on to do his best at the next
hole. He lost that. too. but his smile
did not fade, and he held Lawson even
on the third green.
Losing the fourth, Tweddell halved
the next three, lost the eighth - and
won the ninth! Nothing lamblike
about that.
And when the smiling doctor won
the first hole in the afternoon and
halved the next two, Little knew he
was in for a good stiff fight. The wind
had risen to gale. and the American
needed all his skill and poise to hold
his own against man used to playing
under such pressure. Often he out
drove Tweddell by sixty yards. but
the doctor worked such magic with
his irons that he halved the match on
the thirtieth hole, and halved the
next Little won the next two, making
him two up, but the plucky doctor
halved the next and won the thirty
fifth, leaving Lawson only one up and
one to go.
Here was situation to test the
nerves of man of ice. Little took
more time than ever to tee his ball,
draw the last puff and drop his ciga-
rette.
But the tension got him, and he
sliced his drive into the crowd in the
rough. His caddy dashed in. spread
himself on all fours to protect the
ball from trampling feet. The marshals
pushed for five minutes before they
could clear space for Little to swing.
The ball lay on bare spot, one
hundred yards from the hole, with two
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