The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-09-27
Bill Burke Plans $5,OOO
 Home In Cleveland
 If He Wins Marathon
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 Come along with us to the slopes of Fenway Country club and watch old Billy Burke, two strokes ahead of the pack and fighting like Q wildcat to stay there, play the final 36 holes of golf tournament he wants desperately to win, not for gold, not for glory, not for fame, but fora house.
 A house, Q simple $6,000 house in Cleveland, where he can poke at the weeds in 0 garden when his legs can't take the pounding along the fairways, when his putting eye is dimmed and when he is ready to sit back and spin 0 tale of the good old days when golf tournaments went i08 holes and there was 5000 for the winner.
 Wants . Home
 You really shouldn't call Billy Burke an old man, for he is only 35, but he has come to that mellow stage of life when he wants a home. But the youngsters are pushing him hard today, for they, too, can use $5',000 and it's pretty much in the laps of the gods of golf who decide whether butts curl of the cup or drop in.
 The hard figures of the matter are: Burke, after 2 holes of the l0s hole Westchester open tournament, has Q shining 28e. Close behind at 298 are three rough, tough hombres who would like awfully well to see Billy have e house in Cleveland, but would stop ct nothing short of as- sault and battery to get the s6,000 for themselves-Paul Runyan, Mike Turnesa and Jug McSpaden.
 And back ct 290-as ominous as q dark cloud ct Sunday school pie nic--stands the human siege gun, Sam Snead, ready to come roaring across Fenway now that the blue chips are up and every ball that's hit is weighted with cash. Light horse Harry Cooper stands at 200, too, and If twilight brings heart- break for old Billy Burke you can bet J. P. Morgan's bank balance that one of those Ave gents will have caused 1t.
 Listen to Burke talk about that house: My wife and I have been knocking around, living in apart- ments for years, and we decided that If was lucky enough to win out here, we would get c house and settle down some place and call 1t home"
 Suicidal Seven
 He must have been thinking about shutters and garden plants and one- car garages yesterday when stood three feet away from him in the cool dusk around the 18th green. He couldn't have been thinking very hard about the white ball that lay half-buried in the sand, for he took 6 nlblick and skied the ball clear over the green into c bunker on the other side. Then he walked wearily across the green, studied the roll and dubbed another shot. Every time he dubbed e shot he was kicking fat rolls of money out the window, and Billy must have realized that for he strengthened his shoulders, climbed up the side of the bunker and laid his ball two inches from the pin. He escaped with a ' on that hole when he should have had a 6--lost two strokes because his mind probably was adrift on pleasant thoughts of q fireplace and built-in bookcases.
 We'll, it's all or nothing today. The distance is 36 holes. Billy Is led-weary and jumpy as who wouldn't be coming to the end of an 108 . hole tournament7 And when you are getting down your bets on marathon golf tournaments don't forget that 1t was Billy Burke ---a younger, fresher Billy Burke who went "A extra holes to win the national open championship ct In- verness way back wonder when you and I were young, Maggie.