The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-06-14
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By HENRY McLEMORE Limited Press Staff Correspondent

Chicago, June 14.-(UP)-Gene Sarazen is going to gamble $1,0OO and month of his time on the old saying-"Like father, like son."
 Late this month Sarazen will sail for England and the British open golf championship on the Senti- mental hunch that Jimmy Daniels will be there at Sandwich to caddy for him.
 Jimmy Daniels-but first let me tell you about his father.
 Crossing for the 1928 open Sara zen told Walter Hagen now badly he wanted to win the British title, and Hagen said, "If you can get Daniels to pack your bags he might bring you in, because he's the best caddy in the world"
 Interesting
 Gene found Daniels at Sandwich "a little wisp of man of 52, who carried a cane to support the knee that was shattered in the war, and whose threadbare overcoat was al- ways buttoned high about his throat to protect chest that had been gassed. He was dapper little man with a celluloid collar and prim little bow tie. Daniels said he would work for Gene.
 "There never was one like him" Gene said today as we sat in the Congress between trains. "He knew every blade of grass on Sandwich, and after a few practice rounds he knew every shot I could hit and couldn't hit.
 "'Just don't take anything more than fives, and we'll come in first, he told me. But I wouldn't listen to him, and on the treacherous fourteenth hole I went out boldly with a brassie after he had advised me to play short with mashie, and wound up with seven. That seven ruined me, and I finished two strokes behind Hagen, the winner.
 When they were giving the cup, with all the lords and nobles stand ing around, saw Daniels on the edge of the crowd. Tears were run- ming down his face. Before left he came up to me and said Mister Sarazen, if live long enough I'll bring you in'."
 Four years later Gene went back for another British open, this time at Princess course, just across the road from Sandwich. Daniels, 56 now, his limp more pronounced, his overcoat more worn, was there to meet him.
 On the morning of the first round Gene looked out of his hotel window to see it blowing gale. The cold wind was whipping in off the water, whirling the sand in the traps and flashing the long grass of the rough. dow than the rough weather. He saw Daniels, going from hole to hole, charting the location of the pins on the greens in little note- book.
 With Daniels peering at his notes, and pointing the way to the flag on the blind holes, Sarazen had a first AOdAAo oNOAC VI ~, dAlNl AlC AlCNCl was headed in the championship. As Sarazen sank his last putt Daniels scampered across the road, Jumped on his bicycle and disappeared up the street.
 Came Through
 "He had brought me in a winner as he said he would," Gene said "and then he was gone, before I had thanked him or paid him. I couldn't understand it. But just as they took me out in front of the clubhouse for the cup presentation saw Daniels coming. He was rid- ing his bicycle, and was all dressed up in clean shirt and a new col lar. And perched on the handle bars of his bicycle were his two lit- tie boys.
 After the cup ceremony was over walked with Daniels and his lit- tie boys to my car. Just before I left leaned out the car and shook hand and then threw him my polo coat. He gave it to one of his boys to hold"
 Six months later Gene heard that Daniels had died.
 One of the kids on the bicycle