298 
:St AND STHEAM. 
tApRlI- T4, i960. 
*Elllott,"26, 
Clifcag-o, 
"Rich," 27, 
Portland, Me... 
"Dallas," 2T, 
Cleveland, O. 
4 2 11 2 2 S 4 T 1 3 2 2 1 5 8 
,.2 2 2 0 0 1 2 2 0 2 1 0 1 2="* 
4212144111223514 
"On-da-wa," 2T, H^\/'\^1-^r'"t'^>^<^^-^ 
Salem, NY 1 2 0 0 1 1 2 2 1 0 1 2 1 0 2:2 
41245335 1152 
G F BrucVer, 27, r^\kr'S./wr'?->ur'/// 
Omaha, Neb 1 220222*2001 
2 14321322144 
' C H Stockwell, 21. ^v^/''^/' ^i'^^/'r* 
220202121110 
112215543132 
*E McCartney, 27, ^^v^N/* i/J'j"^ ^^r+^ 
Buffalo, N Y....2 02200022202 
25511542314 4 
Dr. Weller, 26, ^/^ l/^XJ'-^X.T 
Rochester, NY. 2 22200022220 
522114523315 
"Mingo," 26, 
Kavenna, O 1 2221 0 2222*0 
142135514 232 
"G H Ford," 27, ;^^W'<-i<'/'-^k^H-(^r+/' 
rarmingdale, N Y.l 0 0 2 1 1 0 21 QUI 
52 5 244134433 
..2 0020202220 2 
114535224544 
..2 022 2 0002202 
354435414 141 
Geo Cubberly, 29, i/\t./->iX'^->i/jr 
Yardville, NJ... 0 22002021220 
154525 4 5512S 
M Weightman, 2t), ->7>/> t.i-*y jTr* 
Brooklyn, NY.. 2 20002020201 
1145413545 5 1 
G J Chandler, 27, 4./^/^/^r+T J"^-*"^ 
Cleveland, N CO 20220220022 
414 534351 
W H Sanders, 26, til/' J- 
New Y^ork 0 12*01020 
44451341 
R Gavitt, 27, N<>v\ f^i^v^r+ 
Narragansett Pier;2 a * 1 1 2 0 1 
4 4 3 1 
A O'Brien, 2", /->T-f 
Dover. K J 0 0 0 0 
'■Post entries. ^ 
The graphic type of the Forest and Stream gives the most 
complete delineation possible of the great event, and indeed it was 
the Jast touch of the executive machme of this tournament to have 
the record kept in this form. The study of the scores as thus 
shown gives one practically the story of the^ whole event, and the 
record in this form is invaluable to any one interested in the sport 
of trapshooting and desirous of learning exactly how the big shoot 
occurred in detail, it is, therefore, with no small degree of pride 
that the Forest and Strea.m refers to this perfected record, un- 
attainable in any other paper in the world. 
As may be inferred from the description of the grounds, the 
arrangements of the traps was such that the shooting was con- 
ducted practically in walk-around form, the shooter advancing from 
No. 1 trap to No. 2, and so on down the line, coming back later 
to repeat. The first gun in the handicap /was fired by Joe George, 
the urbane ex-postmaster of San Antonio, Tex. Thence on the 
procession was continuous, though with numbers which lessened 
at every round. By evening of the first day twenty-six shooters 
had dropped out of the contest, having missed 5 birds each. 
1 he pace was hot from the start, and some of the cracks fell by 
the wayside early in the race. Fulford lost his third bird, and 
with it "his chance to win the great prize the second time. It was 
the thud also which proved the stumbling block for Capt. Money. 
Dickey, of Massachusetts, who once won the handicap, resigned his 
second cnance with his fifth bird, and it was the tilth also with 
which Billy Crosby came to grief, his bird falling dead just across 
ihe wire. 
Jim Klliott qualified for the hard-luck membership by losing 3 
birds dead out of bounds. Tom Morfey fell down on the un- 
Uicky 13th bird. The wind came up at the middle of the afternoon, 
and one man after another began to drop out of the first rank. 
When the first 150 men had shot at 12 birds, there were only 44 
left straight. The boys passed the word that Budd, Marshall and 
Heikes, of the Western contingent, were still straight. Then 
came word that Rclla Heikes had gone out on his 15th bird; that 
I'arraelee was gone, etc., so that the rooters from the West began 
to look sad. 
By the close of the day there were only 19 men who had scored 
the entire 16 birds shot at, these being Jack Parker, Leroy, Willey, 
.Viorrison, Fox, Hood, Budd, Barker, Bates, Sinnock, Greer, Arno, 
.\lalone, ±\eal, Hathaway, Courtney, Casey, Marshall and Nauman. 
1 here were 54 men left in with 15, followed by a vast string of 
14s, 13s and 12s. 
As. this stage of the game there were few favorites selected 
from the list of the straight men. Tom Marshall was shooting a 
great gait, and so was Admiral Courtney. No one had license to 
oeat out Budd or Jack Parker. Leroy was shooting in splendid 
form, and so was Elmer Neal, the latter closely followed along the 
lilatform by his handler. Jack Hallowell, who himself was now in 
ihe 15-class. Malone, Bates and Casey were all shooting in good 
form, but neither of these could have been called a favorite at this 
T'ljint. 
1..J1 the morning of the second day the wind was for a time 
fresh, and the birds were hard to stop. At the 20-hole the list was 
I Lit down to a handful of men. People now began to talk about 
t^uurtiiey, about Marshall, about Casey. No one seemed to say 
ii'iicli about Mr. Bates, and if it had been put to a popular vote 
tl.e (.liuice for favorite would have been perhaps- either Courtney or 
'1 ..ni -Marshall, the reservation in regard to the latter being that 
Iighmiiig would not strike the third time in. the same place. The 
.iuie man from Ontario, the boy in the dark clothes and Derby 
1 at, was not touted to win. It was thought that some of the vwar 
lit.i^es would account for him before tlie finish. 
:Vow the game went on steadily,^ the list of the disabled con- 
linually growing, the list of the survivors becoming steadily smaller 
i.iid smaller. Cheer after cheer rent the air from time to time as 
i.iie after another of the survivors killed his 25th bird and finished 
?,u'aight. There were eight cheers. 
it ws.s noon. The crowd swept to the dinner tables. The swift 
inventory of the shooters was taken and it was discovered that the 
ti^ht men to finish straight were as below: No. 23, T. L. Smitli 
2M'ds. ! No. 87, H. D. Bates, 28yds.; No. 158, Arno, 27yds.; No, 159 
1. K. Malone, 28yds.; No. 178, A. G. Courtney, 28yds.; No. 181, 
'Dr. Casey, 28yds.; No. 190, T. A. Marshall, 31yds.; No. 202, Phil 
Daiy, Jr., 28yds. The wise ones looked over these names and 
llieir handicaps. There were two men at the 27yds. mark, live at 
the 28yds. mark, and only one at the 31 cleat. It was thought 
iliat Marshall could not win from this mark, though he was shoot- 
inn in splendid form. Sentiment rather veered in favor of Phil 
1 )a!y. A few fancied Courtney, if only for the superstitious reason 
I hat he was shooting in what the boys call good luck. On his last 
bird he had the accident to discharge both barrels at once, thus 
t'Ctting another bird, which he killed in good shape with a single- 
barrel shot. Tom Marshall was cool as the ice man himself. His 
':'>i\\ bird was undershot and started high, but with a careful wait 
popular mind with Daly, Courtney or Marshall. 
The Finish. 
It was 2 o'clock. The sun was bright and the air warm. A 
ilense crowd surged hp to tlje fence aad over the platform at No,' 
2 set pf traps, where Mr. Harold Wallack now stepped up to .tak.e 
liis position as referee in the tie. Seats back of the score were 
coveted almost fought for, the.se positions of honor being jealously 
guarded for the favored few, among these the representatives of the 
press, the ofKcials of the Association, etc. No handlers were al- 
lowed to attend the shooters, and the eight men sat in a line just 
hack of the score, each with his own fate in his own hands. 
Friends of the shooters crowded in behind them and tried to 
wheedle Manager Shaner into overlooking them. The latter was 
inexorable, and declared that the shoot would not go on until 
the platform was cleared of all those not belonging there. A roped 
space was set off' for the shooters, the press and others as above 
mentioned. 
Over all there now hung an air of tense expectatiort. Now and 
then some one would shout a word of encouragement to one of the 
eight victims who sat uncomfortably at the score. The eight 
victims were grouped and photographed, bearing their martyrdom 
with a certain fortitude. They all tried to look unconcerned, and 
indeed it could not be sai<l of any one of them that he appeared 
-very nervous. Nobody thought of Mr. Bates. Some one whispered 
that the dark horse contingent in the tie was extremely large, 
Two newspaper men offered to dfaw straws for Courtney, iSiarsball 
and Daly to win. 
Tom Morfey had a fresh crate of birds ready for the final work. 
If any one was to be pitied in this tie, it was Tom Morfey himself, 
He wanted his birds to make a great showing here, and they failed 
him. It^ is almost up to the truth to say that probably one-fourth 
of' the tie birds were sitters — that is to say, they paused for just 
an instant before taking wing after the trap was sprung. They 
could not be called a lot of duffers, for, to the contrary, they were 
good birds, and probably were only affected by the suSden change 
to warmer weather. Some of them were very fast and game, but 
take them as a whole, it could not be said that tliey offered a 
bruising finish. The string of 34 straight kills does not represent 
34 straight kills on screaming good birds, highly meritorious 
performance as it certainly was. 
They Dida't Thiofc of Hitn. 
Nobody thought of Mr. Bates. Yet when the first round was 
completed Mr. Bates was still in, as were all the others. The sec- 
ond round began, the birds being at this stage pretty good, the 
first 20 birds being better than the last 14 in this tie. Smith killed 
his second bird, and so did Bates. Arno dropped out on his 
Like the historic family of children, they now were seven. 
Arno lost his bird iii rather hard fashion, since it was knocked 
down close to the wire and chased over by the boy. Dr. Casey (this 
being the shooting name of the famous pistol shot and champion- 
i-hip winner, Dr. Ashley Webber, of Brooklyn) had a near thing 
on his second bird, but stopped it with his fast second. Each man 
seemed to be well keyed up at this point, and past the stage of 
nervousness, if he had ever had such a feeling. 
The third round began. Smith caught a twister to the right, and 
it dodged both loads. No one thought of Mr. Bates, the boy in 
the Derby hat, but he killed his third bird in a simple, artless 
fashion, and sat down with a faraway look in his eye, as though 
he was thinking of the flight on I^ake St, Clair, or the run of perch 
in the spring. 
Malone, of Baltimore, and the portly Admiral each killed his 
bird with a clean first barrel. Dr. Casey killed, and it was up to 
the Mayor in the green sweater, the Keithsburg two-times winner. 
This third bird of Marshall's was a fast, black bird, which sprang 
high, rose sharply to the left, turned while rising sharply to the 
right, and then came in and down as it went swittly to the right. 
There is no graphic type which can describe the flight of this bird, 
for its angle was changing every second, and perhaps no bird 
could offer a much more difficult problem as to where to hold. 
Tom probably undershot this bird with his first barrel, and this 
may have been what caused it to turn to the right. Seeing it 
going very high, he calmly and confidently waited, following it 
up while it was still hardly more than 35yds. from him as it swung 
to the right across the field. He delivered his second barrel. 
Then, we may ween, the big fellow in the green sweater wished 
he had a third barrel. The bird gave a low muffled hal hal and 
sped swiftly on, headed for the sea. Daly killed. They were five. 
No one thought of Mr. Bates. 
The fourth round began. Bates killed his bird, and so did 
Malone. It was here that the luck of the big Admiral proved 
false to him. He smacked both barrels into his bird and knocked 
it down promptly. He took his seat in the big rocking chair and 
began to figure what he was going to do with the money. The 
boy went out to retrieve the bird, but just as he was about to 
grasp it, the bird arose, wabbled over the wire, and fell stone 
dead just beyond bounds! This was the last and one of the most 
unfortunate instances of the luck of the pigeon game. A roar of 
surprise and regret went across the crowd as they saw this befall 
the shooter, the sympathy being quite with the victim of the 
fickle dame. 
It never rains but it pours. All the shooters sat at the score 
watching Courtney's bird go out, and feeling mighty glad it was 
not the bird which they had drawn. Dr. Casey was feeling that 
way. He sat and hugged himself, to think how lucky he had been 
not to meet such a misfortune as that. .He also was wondering 
what he would do w'ith the cup. Absorbed in these pleasant 
thoughts, he neglected a certain small formality which is very 
useful in a pigeon match. Tie forgot to load his gun! He pulled 
sharp and hard on the triggers, and there was a hollow snap. The 
referee opened the gun. "Lost bird!" he cried. Of course, Dr. 
Casey could not expect to kill the bird without any load in his 
gun, so he accepted the decision with a feeling of kick-me-hard 
which will linger with him many moons, no doubt. It was not 
nervousness, but simply the abstraction from looking at the sight 
of Courtney's revived bird. It was too bad to lose one's chance 
in this tie by reason such as this, and the regret was general. 
That is to say, the regret among the spectators, who would have 
been glad to see him have another try. Rules are rules, however, 
and philanthropy does not come into the trapshooting game to 
any large extent. It is within supposition that the remaining 
three men were callous and cynical enough to be glad these things 
had happened to Courtney and Casey. Maybe the boy from On- 
tario was glad, but he did not say anything. Daly killed. They 
now were three. 
Round No. 5 of the tie, and only three men left out of eight. 
Popular expectation was not being realized. People began to 
wonder what could happen next. They wanted a finish, or their 
money back. Did the management suppose we would travel a 
thousand miles and not see a hot close for this event? 
They were three. Bates, the boy in the Derby, might miss any 
time. People asked who was Bates, anyhow. He killed his next 
bird. So did Malone. So did Daly. 
People began to pick Daly to win, because he was lucky. His 
sixth bird was knocked down, but rose after it fell, again alighting 
inside the bounds. The boy went up to it and gathered it without 
trouble, a singular instance of the differences of luck, as com- 
pared to Courtney's bird. But luck would not even thus be con- 
tent. Daly's seventh bird paused for a moment, then sprang high 
and strong. It was hit apparently very lightly, but began to 
wabble, and dropped dead just beyond the wire. They were two. 
People now had to think of Mr. Bates, from Ontario. 
They Had to Think. 
They had to think also of Malone, from Baltimore, a big, sturdy, 
well-b.uilt man in sweater and cap, who was killine- his birds close 
to the trap and showing a deadly first barrel, It was Baltimore 
against , Ridgctown, Yankee against Canuck — if Baltimore will 
allow one of her citizens to be called a Yankee, and if Ontario 
will permit one of her sons to bear the title of Canuck. 
The people were after all to see a finish. The men lined up now 
neck and neck, settling down to a comfortable gait, as though 
they intended to shoot all summer. Such shouts of encouragement 
as came across the fence seemed mostly for Malone, although the 
good kills of both men were applauded. If the boy from Ontario 
was nervous he did not show it. He was more silent than Malone. 
On his ninth and tenth birds, he showed admirable time. His 
11th bird was killed with a rather slow second. His 13th was an 
easy, however. His 14th was a keen driver to the right, and was killed 
handsomely. His 20th was stopped with a good second. His 24th 
v/as caught for a moment by the flag, but the second stopped it. 
There began now to be some talk that these birds were not so good 
as might have been. 
Malone was having a saunter down Easy Street. His 10th, 11th, 
12th and 13th birds were easy, slow starters, and killed close to the 
trap. His 17th was a pop-up. His ISfli, upon the other hand, 
brought the crowd to its feet. It was an incomer, and fell very 
close to the line, seeming sure to go out until the very last in- 
stant. The boy gathered this bird, and Malone must have felt that 
he was the favorite of fortune. On his 21st round he caught a 
fast black driver, which he killed handsomely in the deep field. 
Was It Pfessofe? 
Thus far it was an even thing between the men. and it was dififi- 
cult to get a line on either. Neither seemed to be under any 
especial strain for the first 25 birds, The first sign of pressure 
that Batea displayed was at this station. Without any advice from 
any one- else, he quickened up his time with the second barrel, and 
went into that bilf-bang business which is sometimes so handsome 
and often fatal. "He's gone!" whispered the newspaper men. 
The man from Baltimore pounded along with single-barrel klU-s. 
They reached the .30-hole neck and neck. Bates was still doing the 
bift-bang, and was thought due to miss. There is just the possi- 
bility that this estimate was not correct. All shooters know that 
a mixed lot of birds are dangerous. Perhaps Bates quickened 
up ills second knowing that among this lot of duffers there was 
bound to come pretty soon one of those hot ones over which a 
shooter sometimes does things he would rather not have done. 
He was ready for this hot one if it came. 
They killed another bird after the 30-hole, and vet another,, and 
still another. Then Bates got an c&sy one and smothered it, a 
much easier bird than the one he had killed just preceding it. 
Malone followed Bates at the score, and he stepped up to shoot in 
turn at his 34th bird. He had been lucky with the bird just before 
this one, which he missed clean with his first, but got down with 
his second. In his 34th bird he caught a fast 'blue, low and swift, 
which' circled to the right. He cut it up well with the second, and 
It fell_ dead. Aber, as they say in Cincinnati, it was dead outside 
the wire. 
Bates had already killed. The cup was his. The hats went up. 
The crowd pressed in. The photographer again performed his 
fiendish work. They made Mr. Bates climb upon a chair. They 
called to him for a speech. He could shoot, but could not talk, 
and indeed he probably wanted to get away for a moment by him- 
self and take a rest after the excitement and the strain. He waved 
his hat around his head and gave a thin treble cheer "for Canada." 
At any rate he was patriotic, if unconventional. It would be 
easy^ for any of us to think what we would do in the way of a 
speech if we should win the handicap; but then there are not 
many of us who ever did win the handicap. Perhaps one thinks 
of other things at such a moment, the moment which is surely the 
proudest one of any American trapshooter's life, the moment when 
he finds himself, after hours of tension and effort, declared the 
winner of the Grand American Handicap! That is how it was 
won for 1900. 
Scores of the tie; 
Trap score type— Copyright, ipoo, by Forest and Stream Pub. Co. 
3 3 2 
J L Smith, 27 2 2 0 
4 4 5 4 5 2 4 2 5 5 5 14 4 12 12 13 414 5 1 
H D Bates, 28. . ..2222222222222222222222222 
215 451423 
222222222 
2 1 
"Arno," 27... 
J R Malone, ;2S..^, 
Co! Courtney, 28. 
"Dr Casey," 28.. 
T A Marshall, 31 
Phil Daly,, Jr. 2$. 
..2 • 
1131242133S12152441321124 
.4 212112222221222121221222 
113221214 
12222212* 
5 5 5 5 
..121* 
4 2 2 3 
^./^/'/^ 
..2 2 2 0 
2 11 
.220 
15 5 12 3 1 
..2 2 2 2 2 2 * 
The Tie on 24. 
Immediately after the close of the contest for first place, Man- 
ager Shaner called out for the men who were tied on 24. "What 
do you want to do, gentlemen?" he asked. "Do you divide or do 
you shoot? If any one of you says shoot, you will all have to 
shoot. Do I hear any one who wants to shoot it out?" 
There W'as a voice from out the crowd, coming from some person 
at that time not recognized, and saying something not distinctly 
understood. There was a roar of disapprobation from a couple of 
dozen of the 24-ties. Never before at the^ Grand American Handi- 
cap had a shooter declined to divide. Soon it was learned that 
the man who wanted to shoot was Elmer Neal, of Bloomington, 
Ind., alias "Pork Chops" Neal, as Jack Hallowell dubbed him. 
Mr. Neal came in for a good deal of censure, much of which is 
unnecessary, and certainly unjust within the strict interpretation 
of the rules, it is not to be stipposed that he was acting for his 
health, neither is it to be supposed that the other shooters were 
there for their health. It was a case of how to get the rnost money 
out of it, from each man's standpoint. Mr, Neal is said to have 
overlooked' the conditions governing the divisions ot tlie purse. 
He thought that he was betting .')!85, his pro rata in the divide, 
against the $1,500 of the entire purse. Really he cotild not get 
closer to the purse than ninth gun, instead of being first gun alone. 
He had overlooked the percentage schedule. Thus he got himself 
very much disliked for an hour or so, and Mr. Fox and the King 
boys, of Pittsburg, and a lot of other fellows swore by the nine 
gods that they would stay in until "Pork Chops" was shot out, and 
then soon split up the dough. One can split dough in trap- 
shooting, though not in cookery. Indeed, these ardent dislikers did 
not succeed in their purpose of segregating the coin just on the 
other side of "Pork Chops." The scores will show how eight or 
ten of the dislikers stayed in after "Pork Chops" Neal, and did not 
get him. The shades of night fell fast. It was ten minutes 
to train time. The Grand American Handicap was over. 
Everybody wanted to go home. There were eight men in 
the last round. This was the 16th bird. Piercy missed. The 
other seven agreed to divide, though Alex King, of Pittsburg, 
went away breathing deep regret that there was not more time, 
to shoot out the stocky boy from Bloomington. By this time 
they have forgotten all about it. The following are the scores: 
Hall 2222222222222222—16 
Leroy 22* 
Morrison 220 
Gay 2220 
Nauman, Jr... 220 
Gross 22222-^ 
Fox 2222222222222222—16 
Hallowell 2222222222222222—16 
Hood 12210 
Budd 1120 
Parmelee 22220 
England 2J;i2222222222212— 16 
Lyons 220 
A P Smith.,.. 2222222222222222— 16 
Kirkover 222222222120 
Fulton ,.0 
King 2222222222222222—16 
Greer .10 
Stout 20 
Neal ... 2222222222222222-16 
Crosby 222220 
Fisher 2222220 
Piercy 2222222222222220 
Rehrig 2* 
^■yers 2222220 
Stevens 
. .22222222221* 
What the High Guns Won, 
It costs money to come to the Grand American Handicap, but it 
also means money to come, if one can shoot well enough to stay 
with the first flight. This is the greatest producer of all the big 
shoots in the country, as a glance at the following figures will 
show: The total purse in the handicap amounted to $5,555. Of 
this SI, 500 was divided among the first three high guns, $600 to 
the first, $500 to second and $400 to the third. This left $4,055 in 
the purse, which would have netted the other five men who killed 
straight $283.85, $243, $202.75, $162.20 and $121.65, according to the 
order in which they finished in the shoot-off. In reality, however, 
Phil Daly. Jr/, was the only one to receive the above sum.. There 
wnii a pool formed at the end of the 16th round by all those who 
were then straight, and all entered this pool but Daly and one 
or tvvo others. Under this arrangement those Who were in the pool 
actually received $158 apiece. 
Representation of Different States. 
The attendance was from all parts of the United States and 
Canada, and proves the typical quality of this shoot as the truly 
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