Imperial Valley Press

hair, and the greens the size of a

monarch's future.

Chapman's swing may be peculiar,

but his fighting heart isn't.

There isn't a greater competitor in

the country than the handsome

New York socialite. He proved that

in yesterday's semi-final round

match with Wilford Wehrle, when

after being five down at the turn

of the morning round, he refused

to fold up and eventually scored

a 3 and 2 victory.

Chapman's life has been

golf.

Since he was six or seven years old

he has played the game and worked

at the game. His opponent of today

is what might be called a weekend

golfer. McCullough (or MacKullogh)

is no novice, having played in the

amateur championship as long ago

as 1930 when Bobby Jones scored

the first slam in his grand slam,

but golf is only a hobby. A

businessman in Philadelphia, Mc-

Cullough's golf has been limited

to weekend play at nearby Pine Valley

and Philadelphia district championships.

His game seems to thrive on idleness,

however, because in his march to

the final McCullough knocked off

four Walker Cup stars, two of whom

were former amateur champions.

Slow and deliberate, he plays sound

but unspectacular golf. He isn't too

long off the tee, but he misses few

fairways, and he is a great trouble-

shooter, especially from traps.

Accustomed to the miniature Saharas

that are the traps at Pine Valley, he

ignores the casual sand at Winged

Foot, and plays from it as confidently

as he does from the fairway.

Chapman has been made the favorite,

but I am going to stick to MacKullogh

(or McCullough). I have a feeling

that Chapman's swing isn't sound

enough to stand the pressure of a

final round and that somewhere

along the line it is going to fall apart.

So, lay on Duff McCullough, or

Macduff Cullough, or whatever your

name is.