The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-09-30
GIANTS TO WIN
 IN SIX GAM ES
 SAYS M'LEMORE
Figures HubbeII Will Pitch National Leaguers to
 World Series Victory
BY HENRY McLEMoRE

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 United Press Staff Correspondent
 New York, Sept. 30.-(UP)-The Giants in six:
 That's my nickel's worth on the nickel series which begins today on the banks of the rubbishy Harlem.
 And I wouldn't advise you to risk more than a nickel on the selec- tilon for as you may know I have, been in temporary slump as a forecaster for the last decade. My last baseball winner was Cincinnati in 1919, and the series had to be thrown to get me home.
 My pick of the Giants was made without effort. I didn't look up single batting average, compare single fielding record, or study a single health chart. I didn't even ring up the rival managers and ask their unbiased opinions.
 Because I knew Hubhell the Carlos would be up on the little hill for the Giants in two games and maybe three, and that's reason enough for me. I don't go so far back in baseball-I can't write of Matty and Bender and Plank-but I've seen a few of the hot 'uns and when the chips are stacked up high I'll gamble with the long-legged, close -mouthed Oklahoman and that swallow diving screwball of his.
 With that baseball in his hand, Carlos is my idea of tough guy. For the magic in that left arm is matched by the granite in his heart. They've yet to send man to the plate he wouldn't look in the eye and let him have it. I know that. And so do you if you saw that all- star game in '34 when, with those baggy pants of his Hopping about his ankles, he fired that hot and cute one of his down the slot to mow down Ruth, Gehrig, Simmons, Foxx and Cronin. And if you hap pened to miss that one, but caught the 1883 World Series in Washing ton, you still know it. For Hub got two down there, and the man. ner in which he stilled the bats of such busters as Goslin the 'Ol Goose of the Potomac, Cronin, Manush and Myers, was so smooth and honeyed it bordered on the downright artistic.
 Of course, there's the chance that he won't be able to weave his magic this time, because nobody's string is endless. But no one can call you sucker for betting he will. Hub bell, as modest as they come, doesn't believe he's got the stuff he had three years ago. But the 1886 records give him the lie. You don't win 26 by prayer and luck alone. You've got to have just about all it takes.
 The record book isn't all that says he never had more, and if Bill is right even the homicide squad of the Yankees isn't good bet to beat him.
 Did hear someone say that one pitcher-even Hubbell-wasn't enough to win a series? That's right, but a guy like Hubbell can make it powerful tough for the other side to take the marbles. Give Hubbell two and the Tanks must take four out of the next five to win. And that's bit of burden.
 Huhbell faces no easy task today in shooting against Rufus (the Red) Ruffing. The former coal miner with ten strong Fingers and six little toes Che lost four in mine accident years ago) is nobody's Cousin Charlie. I asked him yes- terday how he planned to pitch against the Giants and he said:
 Just like that Dizzy Dean does I'm gonna fog 'em thruogh."
 Maybe he will, if he does the Gi- ants are through.
 But he won't. Hubbell is Hubbell. Hubbell is trouble. Double trouble. Copyright 1886 by United Press.)