Friday, October 26, 2012

JOHN MCDERMOTT - PHILLY SPORTS HALL OF FAMER


Johnny McDermott Video
Narrated by Jack Whitaker

On November 8th Johnny McDermott is being inducted into the Philadelphia Sports Hall of Fame. McDermott, a native of Philadelphia came within one stroke of winning three straight U.S. Opens. He lost the 1910 tournament in a three-way playoff and then won the next two in 1911 and 1912. He was the first American born to win the U.S. Open and is still at age 19 the youngest. We are excited to announce that a video depicting McDermott’s career is now on our website—trenhamgolfhistory.org. This video, a TelRa production, was narrated by Jack Whitaker.
Pete Trenham

Philadelphia’s own Johnny McDermott is featured in this video tribute narrated by long time sportscaster, Jack Whitaker.  Born in 1891, McDermott learned to play golf as a caddy at the old Aronimink Golf Club in West Philadelphia.  In 1910 he lost a three- way playoff for the U.S. Open at the Philadelphia Cricket Club but the next year he was victorious in Chicago, becoming the first American born golfer to win the U.S. Open.  In 1912 he successfully defended his title in Buffalo.  100 years after winning two U.S. Opens back-to-back, McDermott is being recognized in his hometown with his induction into the Philadelphia Sports Hall of Fame. 

New Addition to trenhamgolfhistory.org




Today John McDermott is America’s forgotten hero, most recently described in a national golf magazine as an ‘abrasive, combative, embarrassing, insane bigot best left forgotten.’

That’s not the John McDermott who is remembered at the Atlantic City Country Club, where he was the golf professional in 1911 when he was the first native born American and at 19 years old, the youngest to win the us open, - and he won it twice, back-to-back, defending his title, what Walter Hagen said was the mark of a true champion.

 At ACCC McDermott was quiet, proud and determined. He didn’t drink, smoke or curse and dutifully attended mass every morning before beginning work.

The John McDermott who returned in his later years was quiet, shy and reserved, yet you could see it in his eyes, the broken vision of what might have been. Maybe he was arrogant to his foreign opponents and obsessive about practice, but what one man says is abrasive, obsessive, rude, combative and bigoted others recognize as young, arrogant, competitive and proud. Maybe that’s what it takes to be the first American champion, to successfully defend your title, and to be the youngest to win the US Open championship.

Young, arrogant and competitive were all attributes attributed to America and Americans as nation at that time – the turn of the 19th century, when John McDermott was born in West Philadelphia to an Irish American family, the son of mailman. Like Leo Fraser and others who discovered the game of golf at an early age, McDermott knew his calling and dropped out of school to become a golf professional. 

Beginning at the old Aronomick club, McDermott first distinguished himself by winning the Philadelphia Open, and then tying the Smith brothers from Scotland in the 1910 US Open, losing in the playoff to Alex, who tried to console the youngster saying, ‘better luck next time,’ to which the eighteen year old McDermott responded, ‘‘I’ll beat you the next time you big lout.’’

While that might be considered rude to some, McDermott did beat Smith the next time they played, and he beat everyone else he played over the next two years, during which time he won two Philadelphia Opens, two US Opens and every other tournament he entered. He also had a standing challenge to play anyone for any amount of money, a challenge few took up, as McDermott was clearly recognized as on the top of his game and one of the best golfer in the world at that time. And at 20 years old, it was said that if he lived up to his potential he could be the best ever.

Harry Vardon and Ted Ray, from the British Isle of Jersey, were the best golfers in the world, and  among the best of all time, but they didn’t participate in the two US Opens McDermott won, so there was the nagging suggestion that if Vardon and Ray had participated, perhaps McDermott would not have won. So there was much anticipation for the 1913 US Open, when the best British golfers would meet head to head with the best Americans, including McDermott, the spunky two time winner, defending national champion and odds on favorite to win the open.

But a week before the championship, most of the open field were entered in a popular regional tournament at Shawnee-on-Delaware, where the first great showdown between American and British golfers would take place.

On this trip to America, Vardon and Ray were accompanied by Wilfred Reid, of Sherwood Forest, Nottingham, a formidable tournament player who would later become the golf pro at ACCC.

Though there was some animosity among the British as Wilfrey and Ted Ray got into fist fight, things were more light-hearted on the American side of the locker room. When twenty year old Walter Hagen showed up, having quit his assistant pro job to try to make living as a full time tournament player, he said, ‘I’m here to help you beat the foreigners,” getting a laugh out of McDermott, who went on to win the tournament handily, by eight strokes.

In the Shawnee locker room, flush with victory, McDermott gave a short speech that would change the nature of the game of golf forever.

Since the tournament had received widespread media attention, there were reporters present from all of the major newspapers in America and Great Britain when McDermott stood up, welcomed the foreign guests and promised them they wouldn’t take the US Open trophy home with them. While some, including the USGA officials, considered McDermott’s remarks rude and ordered him to apologize, which he did, McDermott also said he was misquoted in the news. These were news articles that took golf off the sports pages and put it on the front pages of newspapers throughout America and the world.

Thanks to Pete Trenhan for finding and passing on a news report in which McDermott tried to clarify the situation, in which he said, “I have been horribly misquoted in the papers, and people not cognizant of the true facts are censuring me right and left. The correspondence, as well as some of the golfers at Shawnee, took, my words in the wrong light and this caused all the trouble. They should have looked at them in a broadminded manner and not taken exception to a few harmless words, delivered in a laughing manner.”

“The papers read, ‘The open champion, with a sneering twirl of his mouth, jumped on a chair and said, the visiting English golfers may as well go back home, as their quest of the American open championship honors would get them nowhere in particular.’ My exact words were ‘I Wish Ray and Vardon great success, but the people of this country needn’t worry or fear as to the cup going to the other side. The professional gloves are able enough to take care of the trophy and protect it, as conditions are all in their favor, just as much as they were in the visitors’ favor on their home courses across the pond.’ I then dwelt shortly on the method of scoring, saying that ours was equal to the system abroad, and hence all of the American professionals were sure of holding their own under any scoring plan.”

“On dismounting, it was called to my attention that the Englishmen were hurt and felt insulted at these words. I was told to see them personally, and I apologized to Vardon, Ray and Reid, beseeching his pardon if either thought my words were directed at slurring, and likewise told the newspapers. I meant nothing less than my words ordinarily would have been interpreted. The Americans, in my opinion, were equally clever at the game as foreigners, and hence would fully able to hold their own with all ‘invaders’ to this side, being especially favored with familiarity with home greens and other conditions. I am broken hearted over the affair, and the way the papers used my speech. No harm was meant, and I am certainly sorry that my talk has been taken up in this manner.”

In any case, the cat was out of the bag, and the greatest game was set up for the 1913 US Open at Brookline. It wasn’t the greatest game because of what happened on the course, or because the young, unknown amateur Francis Ouimet kept McDermott’s promise that the US Open trophy would not travel across the pond, it was the greatest game because McDermott made it so.

And now we have the Walker and Ryder Cups and other intense international rivalries –friendly team competitions between nations, in part sparked by Johnny McDermott.

So for a slightly built, brash teenage dropout, McDermott accomplished quite a lot in his first 21 years –– after the first dozen years of domination by British and Scottish professionals, becoming the first American to win the national championship, he was the first American to defend his title, which hasn’t been done very often, he helped spark the intense national rivalry that exists today, and is still today, the youngest champion ever.

Certainly the arrogant, combative, bigoted McDermott is best left forgotten, but unfortunately the insane part is true. While he accomplished a lot in his first 21 years, the rest of his life was pretty simple.

Totally under control on the golf course, where he was the master, things he had no control over began to affect his life. It all started innocently enough, when McDermott missed a ferry in England and arrived late to the British Open and didn’t play. Then on the way home his steamship was in a collision, and he survived the harrowing experience in a lifeboat.

Arriving home he learned his stock portfolio had tanked. The final straw was a letter from Vardon canceling a proposed visit to the ACCC for what would have been a popular exhibition. One late October morning the once spunky, arrogant and proud McDermott was found unconscious on the pro shop floor, having apparently suffered a nervous breakdown. As something that doctors of that day knew little of, McDermott spent the rest of his life in and out of sanitariums, most notably Norristown hospital, where a six hole golf course was laid out over the grounds for him to play as a form of therapy.

Wilfred Reid was at the very first meeting of the PGA, where one of the items on the agenda was to start a fund and hold a tournament to raise money for the medical care of John McDermott. The cost of the institutions often left McDermott at home where his two sisters, took care of him, sometimes dropping him off at a local golf course, where the pro would match him with strangers who didn’t know him.

Tim Debaufree and others played a round with McDermott in his later years, and said that he still used his old wooden clubs and refused to use a golf tee, preferring to pinch a piece of sand into a mound like they did in the old days. And he played remarkably well, especially his chip shots onto the green. Then his golf clubs were stolen from the back of his sister’s car, and he didn’t play as often.

In the end his sisters drove him around to the various clubs, including ACCC, where he was treated as an honored guest, and where the McDermott room in the clubhouse is named after him. He had lost the fire in his eyes and the passion in his heart. Gone was the arrogance and combative spirit, but there was still a sense of pride in his accomplishments and a vision in his eyes that reflected what might have been had John reached his potential and become the greatest golfer ever.

A few months before he died, McDermott’s sister dropped him off at the 1972 US Open at Merion, where for awhile, dressed in his shabby and wrinkled suit, he was stationed alone against a wall, in the way of a busy assistant pro who ordered him out of the pro shop. Others recognized him however, and the assistant pro was told, “do you know you just kicked a two-time US Open Champion out of my pro shop?”

Arnold Palmer recognized McDermott, went up to him, put his arms around him and asked him how his game was going. McDermott reportedly said his long game was okay but his putting needed some work, and they both agreed that all they could do was practice. 

 A few weeks later McDermott died in his sleep and is now buried next to his sisters at a cemetery in nearby Yeadon. Since they never married, the sisters gave one of McDermott’s US Open medals to Leo Fraser, and after he died, the Fraser family decided to donate the medal to the USGA, where it is on display at their museum at Far Hills, NJ.

Now, when ever they mention Johnny McDermott we can think of him as he was, a young, arrogant, obsessive, competitive champion in the true sense of the word. We can remember him as the first American, the first American defender, still the youngest to have won the national open championship. We can think of McDermott whenever Americans are pitted against foreign golfers, and we can remember him every time a young, brash, arrogant and hot kid comes along, who they say, if he lives up to his potential, can be the best ever.





















Sunday, September 16, 2012

GACCA - CRDA Press Conference


MEDIA ALERT ** MEDIA ALERT ** MEDIA ALERT

PRESS CONFERENCE ON GOLF & ATLANTIC CITY TOURISM

Greater Atlantic City Golf Association
Announces Tourism Expansion Partnership with CRDA
also NFL Great Ron Jaworski to be Named Ambassador of Golf

WHAT:  NJ Governor Christie’s dedication to revitalize Atlantic City’s tourism has inspired area golf course owners and operators to unify marketing efforts.  The Greater Atlantic City Golf Association (GACGA) is now officially a marketing cooperative with 17 member golf courses and 2 member vacation packagers. During this reorganization, members have been in discussions with the CRDA, AC Alliance, ACCVA, and NJ Dept. of Tourism seeking partnerships to market Atlantic City as a premier golf destination on the East Coast.  Along with Tom Sullivan, GACGA President, Wayne Hasenbalg, Pres. and CEO of NJ Sports and Exposition Authority;Grace Hanlon, Exec. Dir. NJ Travel & Tourism; John Palmieri, Executive Director of CRDA will also be speaking on golf’s role to tourism in the AC area.  Executives from the CRDA, AC Alliance, the ACCVA, SJTA, and other business leaders are expected to attend.   Also an announcement will be made naming Ron Jaworski GreaterAtlantic City’s Ambassador of Golf.

WHEN:                               WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 2012
                                                10:00 a.m.

RSVP:                                  Media please RSVP to lisa@lisajohnsoncommunications.com    ATTENDING MEDIA ARE INVITED TO PLAY NINE HOLES AT ATLANTIC CITY COUNTRY CLUB AT 7 AM PRIOR TO THE PRESS CONFERENCE OR 18 HOLES FOLLOWING THE PRESS CONFERENCE AT ONE OF GACGA’S BEAUTIFUL COURSES
                               
ARRIVAL:                          Media should arrive at 9:45 a.m. and park in ACCC lot.  Those playing golf prior to the press conference should arrive by 6:30 a.m.

WHERE:                             Atlantic City Country Club
900 Shore Road
NorthfieldNew Jersey 08225
Charles Fahy, PGA
General Manager & Director of Golf
Atlantic City Country Club
(609) 236-4416 direct / (609) 236-4431 fax
cfahy@caesars.com / http://www.ACcountryclub.com
#1 Public Golf Club in New Jersey - Golf Week 2007 – 2012
#34 Resort Course in the Country - Golf Week 2010 - 2012
TOP 100 Courses YOU CAN PLAY - Golf Magazine 2008 - 2012
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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

McDermott Speaks In Defense

 GOLFER M’DERMOTT SPEAKS IN DEFENSE

National Open Champion Regrets Unwarranted Remarks Hurled at Englishman.

Special Telegram to the Public Ledger.

ATLANTIC CITY, N.J. Aug. 29. – J.J. McDermott, twice national open champion and professional at the Atlantic City Country Club, has at last spoken in his defense in answer to the storm of criticism hurled at him, because of his alleged discourteous remarks at the recent tournament at Shawnee. The young star is worried greatly over the affair, and has almost broken down under the strain.

“Please help me set this matter right in the newspapers,” said the young champion, when seen by reporters at the Country Club today. “I have been horribly misquoted in the papers, and people not cognizant of the true facts are censuring me right and left. The correspondence, as well as some of the golfers at Shawnee, too, my words in the wrong light and this caused all the trouble. They should have looked at them in a broadminded manner and not taken exception to a few harmless words, delivered in a laughing manner.”

“The papers read, ‘The open champion, with a sneering twirl of his mouth, jumped on a chair and said, the visiting English golfers may as well go back home, as their quest of the American open championship honors would get them nowhere in particular.’ My exact words were ‘Wish Ray and Vardon great success, but the people of this country needn’t worry or fear as to the cup going to the other side. The professional gloves are able enough to take care of the trophy and protect it, as conditions are all in their favor, just as much as they were in the visitors’ favor on their home courses across the pond.’ I then dwelt shortly on the method of scoring, saying that ours was equal to the system abroad, and hence all of the American professionals were sure of holding their own under any scoring plan.”

“On dismounting, it was called to my attention that the Englishmen were hurt and felt insulted at these words. I was told to see them personally, and I apologized to Vardon, Ray and Reid, beseeching his pardon if either thought my words were directed at slurring, and likewise told the newspapers.”

“I meant nothing less than my words ordinarily would have been interpreted. The Americans, in my opinion, were equally clever at the game as foreigners, and hence would fully able to hold their own with all ‘invaders’ to this side, being especially favored with familiarity with home greens and other conditions.”

“I am broken hearted over the affair, and the way the papers used my speech. No harm was meant, and I am certainly sorry that my talk has been taken up in this manner.”

“All expected that the incident had been forgotten that evening, but the thing was aggravated and aggravated by others until I finally find myself forced to speak in my own behalf. There is at present no breach between Vardon, Ray and Reid and myself as far as I know, and I am certainly sure that they will be liberal-minded enough to see the thing in the light that I explained to them.”

McDermott has received sympathies of Philadelphia and other visitors to the greens this week, because of the alleged mishandling of his statements of the press, especially the New York papers. Several were down that attended the Shawnee tournament, and said that the attack was unwarranted.

The home star will play in competition with the English golfers in the national open matches on September 16 at Brookline, Mass. It is expected, however, that the incident will now be closed and the affair dropped.

McDermott acted right in apologizing at the moment following his speech, and his manly attitude in going direct to the foreigners when he realized that they felt insulted should exempt him from further criticisms. His supporters here are still loyal, and everything has been done to console the unstrung local professional.

BK Notes: Many thanks to Peter Trenham, Sr. for locating this news report and sharing it with us. 








Wednesday, July 18, 2012

John McDermott to be Inducted into Philly Sports Hall of Fame



John McDermott to be Inducted into Philadelphia Sports Hall of Fame –
By William Kelly billkelly3@gmail.com

John McDermott will be inducted into the Philadelphia Sports Hall of Fame 100 years after he won his second U.S. Open golf championship, 101 years after he became the first native born American and at 19 years old, still the youngest still to have ever won the national championship.

McDermott’s nomination will be announced at a Philadelphia Sports Hall of Fame press conference Thursday (July 19, 2012) at the Sheraton Society Hill. Also nominated and expected to be inducted into the Class IX during official ceremonies in November – are Philadelphia 76er coach Doug Collins and former player Wali Jones, former Flyer Eric Lindros, Eagle quarterback Tommy Thompson and Phillie all-star right fielder Johnny Callison and others.

For Philadelphia sports fans, McDermott is a forgotten hero who, one hundred years ago, was the toast of the town and the entire nation, being the first native-born American to win the US Open national golf championship. After defending his title he fell into obscurity, having suffered a nervous breakdown that left him a quiet recluse.

Unless a relative can be located, McDermott’s honor will be recognized and accepted by James Fraser, the President of the Greater Atlantic City Golf Association, owner of the Mays Landing Country Club and former owner of the Atlantic City Country Club where McDermott was the golf professional from 1911-1914.

Born in Philadelphia, the son of a West Philadelphia mailman, McDermott dropped out of school to work as a caddy at the Old Arnomick Golf Club. When he was 18 years old he tied Alex and Mac Smith for the 1910 Open (held at Merion?), then lost in a playoff. When the senior Scotsman said something at the end of the match, the brash teenager replied, “I’ll beat you next time you big lout,” exhibiting a spunky determination that would allow him to keep his word.

Although disappointed his son had dropped out of school, McDermott’s father was surprised to read about his son’s golf game in the newspapers, and as a top finish in the Open got McDermott the job as the head professional at the Merchantville (NJ) Golf Club. That didn’t last long however, as he was shortly hired away by the more affluent Atlantic City Country Club, where he rented a room in a house across the street and took the trolley to Atlantic City every morning to attend mass.

McDermott didn’t drink alcohol, smoke or have any apparent vices, other than golf, and while he fulfilled his normal pro shop duties of making and repairing clubs and giving lessons, he spent most of his time practicing. One local account has him placing a patch of newspapers on the side of a slope and using it as a target, reducing its size until he could hit a small patch every time.

Although no American had ever won the national open championship since it was inaugurated over a dozen years ago, McDermott was confident when he left the pro shop to take the train to Chicago in 1911, telling his assistant, “You’re carrying the clubs of the next US Open champion.”

And as with his threat to Smith, McDermott made good on his prediction, as he won in a playoff with two others. Not only was he the first American to win the championship, at 19 years of age he was and remains the youngest to ever win the US Open golf championship.

And as Walter Hagan said was the sign of a true champion, McDermott did won the Open twice, back to back, winning again in Buffalo, New York, a tournament that inspired Hagen to forego the drudges of an assistant golf pro and strictly play tournament golf. Last year, when young Irishman Rory McElroy won the US Open by record scores, they said he could be the greatest ever, just as they said the same about McDermott, but then McElroy couldn’t do what McDermott did, and defend the title, not even making the cut at this year’s Open.

It was the year after McDermott had defended his title, in 1913, that would be pivotal in the game of golf, as many of the great European pros -  most notably Harry Vardon, Ted Ray and Wilfred Reid, who did not participate in the previous two Opens, would be touring America and it was expected they would take the Open trophy home with them as they had done on previous occasions.

A week before the 1913 Open there was a tournament at Shawnee-on-Delaware, where most of the Open field were to play a celebrated game, won solidly by McDermott by eight strokes. The game was significant because of the exuberant locker room speech McDermott gave following his victory, promising once again that the Europeans wouldn’t take the American national Open trophy back across the pond. Reporters who were there sensationalized the speech, and implied that McDermott was a rude braggart, and he apologized, but the publicity had given the Open unprecedented attention from both sides of the Atlantic.

While the 1913 US Open a the Country Club at Brookline, Massachusetts would become known as “the Greatest Game,” it was McDermott’s victory at Shawnee the week before that set up the Open as the most important tournament in golf history, and took golf off the sports page and put the game on the front pages of newspapers around the world.

Although McDermott didn’t win that open, he did advise young amateur Francis Oiument, a former Brookline caddy, on how to defeat Vardon and Ray and keeping McDermott’s promise of keeping the Open trophy in America.

McDermott did play in the British Open, finishing fifth, the highest for an American up to that time, but when he returned for the 1912 Open, he missed a train and his t-time and didn’t get to play. It was the beginning of a series of events that would have an unknown affect on him, as the steamship he took home collided with another ship and sunk, with McDermott surviving in a lifeboat. When he did finally get home, he learned that his stock portfolio had tanked, and he was broke.

Then one morning McDermott, after receiving a notice from Harry Vardon and Ted Ray that they were canceling their planned exhibition together, McDermott was found unconscious on floor of the Atlantic City pro shop, apparently of a nervous breakdown, as the doctors were unable to properly diagnose the illness. Although sent to the Norristown Hospital, his two sisters found it hard to maintain the $1.50 a day costs, and he was often sent home to live with them.

When a group of professional golfers formed the Professional Golfers Association (PGA), one of the first issues they addressed was to begin a fund to help pay for the care of McDermott. Although he found it hard to communicate, McDermott still enjoyed playing golf, and they created a small, six-hole course around the grounds of Norristown hospital, where Walter Hagen and others visited him. Occasionally McDermott’s sisters would drop him off at Valley Forge or another local course where the pro would see that he played a round of golf.

After Leo Fraser purchased the Atlantic City Country Club in 1945, he arranged for McDermott to visit, play some golf and enjoy the salt air amid old, familiar surroundings.

A photo of McDermott with Leo Fraser and “Lighthorse” Harry Cooper, standing behind the Atlantic City Country Club clubhouse, is included in the book Birth of the Birdie (1998), and is published in a special feature story about McDermott in Golf Magazine (June, 2012), which unfairly describes him as a “bigot best left forgotten.”

McDermott was a special guest at the 1972 US Open Championship at Merion, but when his sister left him alone in the pro shop, a young assistant pro ordered the disheveled old man out of the shop because he was in the way. But Arnold Palmer recognized him, put his arm around the old man and asked him how his game was coming along. McDermott reportedly said that his long game was okay but his putting was off, and Palmer they agreed that all it took was practice.

A few weeks later, McDermott was found dead in his sleep at the Yeaden, Pennsylvania home of his sister, and was quietly buried without ceremony. His grave simply notes: US Open winner 1911-1912.

Neither of his sisters were married or had any children, and in appreciation of his care for McDermott, they gave Leo Fraser one of McDermott’s two US Open gold medals. The whereabouts of the other medal is unknown. After Leo Fraser died in 1986, the Fraser family donated the medal to the USGA museum in New Jersey, where it is on permanent display.

James Fraser also has a series of photos of McDermott that were part of an original motion picture process that’s yet to be identified, and will be part of an exhibit of photos and other McDermott mementos that will placed on display at the Constitution Center in Philadelphia in November when McDermott is inducted into the Philadelphia Sports Hall of Fame.

Also nominated are stadium public address announcer Dan Baker, basketball player and coach Debbie Black, Philadelphia Athletics pitcher Eddie Plank, baseball player Gertrude Dunn, Harold Johnson, Orace Ashenfelter, footballers Joe Klecko and Maxi Baughan and 12-time all-star catcher Mike Piazza. The Arthur Ash Youth Tennis and Education Foundation will also be honored.

William Kelly is the author of “Birth of the Birdie,” the first 100 years of golf at the Atlantic City Country Club. He can be reached at billkelly3@gmail.com or (609) 425-6297.







Monday, July 16, 2012

Open Letter to the Editors of Golf Magazine


John McDermott - U.S. Open Champion 1911-1912 - First American and at 19 years, the youngest still to have ever won the U.S. National Championship.


This is Bill Kelly's Response to the June 2012 Golf Mag article "The Curious Case of John McDermott":

To the Editor, Golf Magazine.

I was quite surprised to read John Garitty’s “The Curious Case of John McDermott” in the June 2012 issue of Golf Magazine and learn that John McDermott was a “famously rude, combative, abrasive, embarrassing, insane bigot, best left forgotten.”

At the Atlantic City Country Club John McDermott still has the reputation for being a young, brash and determined gentleman who didn’t throw his clubs, drink or curse and attended mass every day before going to work, where he was highly regarded as the golf professional. I thought I had researched the life of McDermott thoroughly while writing the “Birth of the Birdie” history of the club, but I must have somehow missed the “bigot” and parts “best left forgotten.”

McDermott had a typical Irish-American view of the British and Scot pros who dominated the game in America and won the US national championship for its first 16 consecutive years until he came along. Maybe McDermott was a bit rude in calling a  Alex Smith a “a big lout” after losing the 1910 Open in a playoff, but he was only 18 years old at the time, and he did make good on his promise to beat Smith the next time they met.

McDermott’s “bigoted” view of the British of that era may have been justified, as it was supported by Walter Travis, who won the US Amateur at the Atlantic City Country Club before he won the British Amateur, but was so rudely treated by the British he refused to return to defend his title, especially after his center-shafted putter was retroactively banned by the Royal and Ancient Order of what he considered Snobs.

Walter Hagen, McDermott’s friend and colleague, confirmed their view when he took exception to the British rule that golf pros were not permitted in the clubhouse dining room, and refused to play until the rules were changed. And John B. Kelly, another ACCC member and Olympic rowing champion, was banned from participating in the Henley rowing regatta because he was a bricklayer and not a considered a gentleman.

It wasn’t McDermott who had bad manners and had to be taught a lesson, it was the British and UK professionals who thought they could win the US Open trophy just by showing up, and it was McDermott – the young, brash and determined teenager who taught them a lesson. He did it again at Shawnee in 1913, shortly before the U.S. Open at Brookline, when he handily won the Shawnee tournament by eight strokes.

That’s when McDermott gave his famous speech, promising to keep the US Open trophy in America, which generated international interest in the game and took golf off the sports pages and put it on the front pages of every newspaper in the United States and theBritish Empire. That speech set the stage for the showdown at Brookline, which was called “the Greatest Game” not because a local amateur won it, but because McDermott made it so. The international spirit inflamed by McDermott’s “combative” style can still be felt today during Walker, Ryder and Curtis Cup tournaments, and other “friendly competitions between nations,” especially between the USA and UK.

I hope that Golf Magazine will correct their crude and rude mischaracterization of John McDermott, and the true story is someday told of the great American teenage champion who sparked and inspired today’s international competitions.  

William E. Kelly, Jr.                                                                                                                 
20 Columbine Ave.
Browns MillsNew Jersey 08015

This letter is in response to the article that appears below - "The Curious Case of John McDermott." 

Monday, June 18, 2012

Re: "The Curious Case of John McDermott" Golf Magazine - June 2012


GOLF MAGAZINE - JUNE 2012


Photo Caption: John McDermott with Open Trophy (USGA) 

The Curious Case of JOHN McDERMOTT

By John Garrity

A century before 22-year-old Rory McIlroy won the U.S. Open, 19-year-old John McDermott did the same. McDermott defended his title the following year and then did something even more remarkable: He checked into a psychiatric ward and all but vanished from the game.

DAMNED YANKEE Before his mental illness, McDermott became the first American to win the U.S. Open.

U.S. OPEN At the Majors

THE PRODIGY


McDermott (above) circa 1911, the year he won his first U.S. Open, at 19.



Above: His champion’s medal and cleek from the ’11 Open.

“McDERMOTT WAS RUDE AND BIGOTED, WITH A GENERAL DISLIKE OF FOREIGNERS, ESPECIALLY THE BRITISH.
Photo Credit: Birth of the Birdie

OLD GUARD Forgotten by fans, McDermott (center) was highly regarded by such former touring pros as Leo Fraser (left) and Harry Cooper

EVERY GOLF MOVIE SEEMS TO HAVE A “you-got-to-be-kidding-me” moment that spoils it for real golfers. In Tin Cup it’s the scene where driving-range pro Roy McAvoy straps on so many swing aids that he looks like a one-man band. In Bagger Vance it’s the scene where amateur golfer Rannulph Junuh wanders into the woods for a prolonged chitchat with his girlfriend while Bobby Jones, Walter Hagen, and thousands of spectators wait patiently in the fairway, staring at the clouds.

The Greatest Game Ever Played has such a scene. It’s the moment in the final round of the 1913 U.S. Open at Brookline where the camera jumps to an unspecified fairway, where two-time defending champion John J. McDermott addresses the ball. A tall, intense man with a sandy mustache and an unruly shock of blond hair, McDermottt nearly snaps his suspenders when he swings, but his face registers shock and dismay as the ball peals off in a 90-degree slice and disappears into dense foliage. Like a villain skewered in Hollywood sword fight, McDermott drops his club behind him and freezes for a moment – legs buckling, arms hanging limp – before finally sagging to the ground, a broken man.

That’s the point in the film where I punched the pause button. “Two thumbs down!” I said dismissively. “I mean, who writes this stuff?”

So you can imagine my chagrin when I learned recently that the movie’s golfer-goes-mad scene was genuine.

Genuine, I say, as distinct from accurate. John McDermott did not, in fact, suffer a mental breakdown on the eve of amateur Francis Ouimet’s historic playoff victory over Harry Vardon and Ted Ray. Playing for a large and supportive gallery, the 22-year old McDermott completed his rain-plagued round without incident and finished at 308, good for 8th place and a $50 check. Furthermore, he looked nothing like Michael Weaver, the actor who played him in the 2005 movie. The real McDermott was short, slight, and clean-shaven, with soft, brown hair combed across a broad forehead.

But you have to grant filmmakers their creative license. McDermott, an abrasive and combative man notorious for his club-throwing rages, actually had his nervous breakdown some 13 months later in his pro shop at the Atlantic City Country Club, and it wasn’t until the summer of 1916 that he was committed to the Pennsylvania State Hospital for the Insane in Norristown, Pa., where he would reside for the better part of 55 years. If anything, the screenplay’s portrayal of McDermott shows restraint, given that America’s preeminent pro golfer of the era suffered financial ruin and survived a shipwreck in the English Channel within a year of Ouimet’s triumph.

What’s astonishing is the historic vanishing act performed by McDermott, who still holds the record for youngest player to win a U.S. Open (19 years, 10 months, 12 days). The son of a West Philadelphia mailman, he caddied at Aronimink Golf Club and learned to play on a sandlot course in an adjoining apple orchard. Dropping out of high school in defiance of his father – shades of Ouimet! – McDermott apprenticed with Aronimink pro Walter Reynolds and worked at clubs in Pennsylvania and New Jersey while honing his game. A prodigy, he was only 18 when he won the Philadelphia Open by a stroke over four-time U.S. Open champion Willie Anderson, a transplanted Scott. A few weeks later, McDermott narrowly lost the 1910 U.S. Open to Carnoustie-born Alex Smith in a three-man, 18 hole playoff, making a strong impression with his accurate iron play and an even stronger impression with his parting gibe at Smith: “I’ll get you next year, you big lout!”

Did I mention that McDermott was famously rude and bigoted? Mark Frost, who wrote both the screenplay for The Greatest Game and the bestseller upon which it was based, characterized him as “a rough, half-crazed professional whom people crossed the street to avoid.” McDermott’s general dislike of foreigners came to a boil when he encountered British accents – which was pretty much every day, since English and Scottish pros held most of the prestigious club jobs and ruled the tournament circuit, winning the first 16 U.S. Opens. In the movie, a smiling McDermott stands protectively by the Open trophy while delivering a welcoming speech to Vardon and Ray, whom he calls “the great English champions.”

SCENE: INT. CLUBHOUSE – NIGHTTIME

McDERMOTT (easily)

As the only born American to ever win this cup, I’d like to say welcome. We hope you boys have a nice time here in Boston (expression hardens). But personally, I don’t think you will. I don’t care if you whipped every single one of us the last six weeks, I’m sick and tired of people sayin’ all you have to do to win is show up! (pointing a finger at Vardon). This time you’re not taking our damn cup back!

I’m no film critic, but I didn’t buy that Jekyll-and-Hyde transformation any more than I believed the falling-to-the-turf scene. Not, that is, until I burrowed into century-old newspapers and read contemporaneous accounts of McDermott’s ugly outburst. The movie fibs by placing the incident at Brookline-it actually occurred a couple of weeks earlier at the Shawnee-on-Delaware Open, where the boastful Yank had won by a mile, beating Vardon by 13 strokes and Ray by 14 – but the dialogue and the stage directions ring true. History records that USGA President Robert Watson, after publicly apologizing for McDermott’s “extreme discourtesy,” came close to banning the troubled pro from the Brookline Open.

Truth is, the Philadelphian’s game could be as manic as his manners. McDermott won the 1911 U.S. Open at the Chicago Golf Club despite hitting his first two tee shots off the playoff out of bounds. Defending his title in 1912, he won by two at the Country Club of Buffalo, but a few months later, in hated Scotland, he couldn’t break 90 at Muirfield and failed to even qualify for the Open Championship. (He did far better in 1913, his fifth-place at Hoylake being, at the time, the best-ever finish by an American.) His swagger, however, never flagged. “McDermott expected to win every tournament he entered,” golf historian Herbert Warren Wind wrote some four decades later. “For two or three seasons, while his never held high, the 130-pound bantam-cock was almost as good as he thought he was.”

Nobody really knew, of course, what was coursing through the youngster’s troubled mind, McDermott cashed in his Open wins with endorsements, exhibitions and $1,000 challenge matches, but he squandered his newfound riches in a plummeting stock market. Hoping to recoup at the 1914 British Open, he somehow missed his ferry and train connections to Prestwick, Scotland, arriving too late to qualify. It’s fair to say he was already reeling from those setbacks when he boarded the superliner Kaiser Wilhelm II for the voyage home. McDermott was in the ship’s barbershop when a grain carrier, the Incemore, rammed the fogbound liner off the Isle of Wight.

SCENE: EXT. FIRST CLASS DECK – DAYTIME

Paniky passengers fight over access to a starboard lifeboat as crewmen crank the winches. Evacuation sirens blare. McDermott, expressionless, leans heavily against a shuddering bulkhead. He slides slowly to the deck, oblivious to the surrounding chaos and the seawater soaking his trousers.

STEWARD (urgently)

I’ll need you to get up, sire. We’ve been ordered to the boats.
(shaking McDermott’s shoulder) Sir? Sir?

Okay, that’s from my own, unfinished screenplay, based loosely on James Cameron’s Titantic. In reality, neither ship sank, nobody died, and McDermott made it safely onto another liner. His family, though, would partially blame the accident for his deteriorating state of mind.

McDermott had one more Open in him, and he played respectably, finishing in a ninth-place tie at Midlothian Country Club, outside Chicago. Shortly thereafter, he experienced the psychotic episode in Atlantic City, which marked his descent into paranoid schizophrenia and institutional care. “He made no contact with staff or patients,” James Finegan writes in A Centennial Tribute to Golf in Philadelphia. “Indeed, he rarely spoke He spent endless hours scribbling unintelligibly in notebooks, claiming he was writing his mother’s and father’s names.”

But McDermott never quit the game. He played on the asylum’s six-hole course, and he ventured out for two cracks at real competition, finishing last in the 1925 Philadelphia Open and next-to-last in that year’s Shawnee tournament, 59 strokes behind Willie MacFarlaine. For decades thereafter, his sisters Gertrude and Alice signed him out of the asylum for day trips that included rounds of golf or tournament spectating.

“You must play a round with him to get your fill of amazement,” said the Philadelphia club pro Elwood Poore. “He’s almost a cinch to be using the wrong club, but he’s also a cinch for the low 80s. He plays by the rules as he knew them, still drops a ball over his shoulder after an out of bounds shot off the tea.” Poore added, “He hardly mentions the old days except when something happens to light up a dim picture.” A sudden onslaught of rain, for example, reminded McDermott of a round a Muirfield. “Cold and raw,” he told Poore, “and I could not get any feeling of the club.”

So no, McDermott didn’t quit the game. But neither did the game quit him. In 1924, golfers in New York and New Jersey raised funds for his treatment, with donations from Gene Sarazen, Walter Hagen, and singer Al Jolson. Years later, Hagen played a round with McDermott on the hospital course, at the end of which the still-young patient said, “Tell the boys I’m getting along just fine.”

With the passage of time – picture calendar pages turning – McDermott slipped into that gray zone between “Whatever happened to?” and “I thought he died years ago.” He was deeply moved when the PGA of America, in 1940, selected him as one of its 12 original Hall of Fame inductees. He was happy, too, when the Atlantic City Country Club named a room for him and put one of his championship medals on display. But it had to hurt when he was snubbed by the “official” Golf Hall of Fame (since morphed into the World Golf Hall of Fame). And there’s the story of the confused old man kicked out of the pro shop at a certain PGA championship because the staff didn’t recognize him as a two-time U.S. Open champion.

Well, that’s one version of the story. Another, widely circulated, takes place at Philadelphia’s fabled Merion Golf Club during the 1971 U.S. Open.

SCENE: INT. CLUBHOUSE – DAYTIME

Arnold Palmer, on his way to the locker room, notices a shambling old man being ejected from the clubhouse lobby. Recognizing the old man, the 1960 U.S. Open champions intervenes.

ASSISTANT PRO (baffled)
But he’s just an old bum that’s been hangin’ around.

PALMER (in a kingly manner)
You’re wrong. This gentleman is the oldest living U.S. Open champion, and he’s my special guest.

Palmer has confirmed the spirit, if not the letter, of the story. Accounts agree that McDermott, despite his mental state, beat bogey on Philadelphia-area courses up to his death of heart failure, in 1971, at the age of 79. His gravestone reads: FIRST AMERICAN-BORN GOLF CHAMPION 1911-1912.

I knew none of this when I first viewed The Greatest Game. So I practically howled at the scene where McDermott sits down in the fairway. Are you kidding? The spectators don’t come to his aid! They avert their eyes and drift away, embarrassed. And McDermott’s caddie stands rigidly by the bag, seemingly blind to his employer’s breakdown.

“That’s not believable,” I grumbled. “A champion golfer doesn’t suddenly become invisible.”

Unless – and this is what I’ve come to believe – he’s the champion America wanted to forget.

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Bill Kelly's Response to this article:


To the Editor, Golf Magazine.

I was quite surprised to read John Garitty’s “The Curious Case of John McDermott” in the June 2012 issue of Golf Magazine and learn that John McDermott was a “famously rude, combative, abrasive, embarrassing, insane bigot, best left forgotten.”

At the Atlantic City Country Club John McDermott still has the reputation for being a young, brash and determined gentleman who didn’t throw his clubs, drink or curse and attended mass every day before going to work, where he was highly regarded as the golf professional. I thought I had researched the life of McDermott thoroughly while writing the “Birth of the Birdie” history of the club, but I must have somehow missed the “bigot” and parts “best left forgotten.”

McDermott had a typical Irish-American view of the British and Scot pros who dominated the game in America and won the US national championship for its first 16 consecutive years until he came along. Maybe McDermott was a bit rude in calling a  Alex Smith a “a big lout” after losing the 1910 Open in a playoff, but he was only 18 years old at the time, and he did make good on his promise to beat Smith the next time they met.

McDermott’s “bigoted” view of the British of that era may have been justified, as it was supported by Walter Travis, who won the US Amateur at the Atlantic City Country Club before he won the British Amateur, but was so rudely treated by the British he refused to return to defend his title, especially after his center-shafted putter was retroactively banned by the Royal and Ancient Order of what he considered Snobs.

Walter Hagen, McDermott’s friend and colleague, confirmed their view when he took exception to the British rule that golf pros were not permitted in the clubhouse dining room, and refused to play until the rules were changed. And John B. Kelly, another ACCC member and Olympic rowing champion, was banned from participating in the Henley regatta because he was a bricklayer and not a considered a gentleman.

It wasn’t McDermott who had bad manners and had to be taught a lesson, it was the British and UK professionals who thought they could win the US Open trophy just by showing up, and it was McDermott – the young, brash and determined teenager who taught them a lesson. He did it again at Shawnee in 1913, shortly before the U.S. Open at Brookline, when he handily won the preliminary tournament by eight strokes.

That’s when McDermott gave his famous speech, promising to keep the US Open trophy in America, which generated international interest in the game and took golf off the sports pages and put it on the front pages of every newspaper in the United States and the British Empire. That speech set the stage for the showdown at Brookline, which was “the Greatest Game” not because a local amateur won it, but because McDermott made it so. The international spirit inflamed by McDermott’s “combative” style can still be felt today during Walker, Ryder and Curtis Cup tournaments, and other “friendly competitions between nations,” especially between the USA and UK.

I hope that Golf Magazine will correct their crude mischaracterization of John McDermott, and the true story is someday told of the great American teenage champion who sparked and inspired today’s international competitions.  

William E. Kelly, Jr.                                                                                                                 
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Browns Mills, New Jersey 08015

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Kenny Robinson - RIP


Kenny Robinson and Raymond Floyd

Kenny Robinson – The Keeper of Tee Times

At one time Kenny Robinson was the most important person in the life of the most powerful movers and shakers at the Jersey Shore. Bankers, businessmen, sports celebrities and casino owners all turned to Kenny Robinson when they wanted a tee time at the private, exclusive and venerable Atlantic City Country Club in its hey-days.

Under the job title of Caddy Master, Starter and Pro-Shop Manager, Kenny assigned the tee times, arranged the foursomes and introduced those club members and guests who wanted to meet, to play, or play together.

If anyone needed anything Kenny was the go-to guy when it came to golf, especially during tournaments when golf professionals, the best amateurs, sports celebrities and just regular guys were mixing it up on the course, the pro-shop and locker room.

Even on his day off every morning Kenny Robinson routinely made his way over to the Northfield clubhouse of the Atlantic City Country Club to feed Bogie the clubhouse cat, who resided there for 20 years.

Kenny’s went to the ACCC every morning for many years longer than Bogie, worked there in a half dozen various capacities over the years, and was left with the job of maintaining the history and traditions of the club. The history is long and embroidered, while the traditions are few but steadfast, one of which includes feeding Bogie the cat, who could usually be found either napping or sitting sentry on the shelf next to the bag room door. From where he sat, if cats could talk, Boggy saw it all, but so it seems, did Kenny Robinson. Sitting down with him to talk about his experiences in golf was a lesson in history, traditions and the growth of the game.

Born near Philadelphia, the son of a Vaudeville entertainer and a Broadway showgirl, Kenny Robinson first became associated with the game of golf when still in school while caddying at the Old York Road golf club in North Philly.

Playing the harmonica was a family tradition, and Kenny and his brothers played often, for both fun and profit, and broke their father’s marathon harmonica playing record at a charity event in the 1930s. Once in awhile, like on St. Patrick’s Day, Kenny was persuaded to play “Danny Boy” and a few other appropriate tunes.

After serving in the Army in Korea, from where he returned a decorated hero, Kenny continued to work in Vaudeville. He had left a job working at the historic Country Club at Brookline, Massachusetts when he came to Atlantic City to entertain at the old Globe and Capitol Burlesque Theaters. That's when he met Leo Fraser at a boardwalk hotel event in 1969.

From one Army vet to another, Leo Fraser asked Robinson to come to work for him at the Atlantic City Country Club. Robinson took him up on the offer and he never left. Taking on practically every job around the clubhouse, Kenny worked as a housekeeper, maintenance man, caddy, caddy master, starter and pro shop manager.

When the most distinguished and influential members of the community were also members of the elite, private club, Kenny knew them all and they knew Kenny, and depended on him for their tee times. His job also allowed him to meet many celebrities who played the course, including Bob Hope and Perry Como and others he knew from the old Vaudeville circuit who came around as casino headliners. Kenny treated everybody the same, whether you were rich, a celebrity or a hack who just liked to play golf.

Of all the championship tournaments and celebrated golf events he’s been associated with, Kenny said the 1980 PGA Senior Tournament was the most memorial. “Seeing all of those guys get together was something else. The champions of the game who hadn’t played together in awhile were happy to just see each other again.”

That was even before Arnold Palmer and Jack Nicholas were old enough to play as seniors. Among those who were there included Al Besselink, Sam Snead, Art Wall, Sr., Tony Pena, Tommy Bolt and the Herbert brothers. As the third senior event of the year, just after the Senior Open, that tournament is considered the first and beginning of the PGA Senior Tour, now called the Champions Tour, one of the most prestigious golf tours in the world. That tournament also raised money for charity – Juvenile Diabetes, and was sponsored by Bally Casino, whose parent company purchased the club from the Fraser family.

It was also the tournament that the longtime course single round record of 63 was set by Charlie Sifford, one of the first blacks to play on the PGA tour. It was a record that was only eclipsed by Frank Dobbs, who shot a 62 while overcoming a boggy at a Duke Delcher tournament. But Kenny didn’t think the course records would be seriously threatened by any new, hot shot youngster, but rather, the seniors, if they ever hold another senior tournament at Atlantic City again.

A profile published in Golf Styles magazine entitled, “Keeping the Past Alive,” says that, “He's been at the club for almost 40 years and watched the evolution of a local shrine from its heyday as an elite private golf club to one now open to the public. When Kenny Robinson arrived in 1969, Atlantic City Country Club was yet in its prime - hosting dignitaries, golf legends, celebrities and champions of industry. The 74 year old has been a fixture at the club longer than anyone, serving as caddie, pro shop manager, starter, ambassador and historian.”

"Even though we are now open to the public, it's retained a private club atmosphere," Robinson said. "The clubhouse has changed little over the last 50 years or so. At the front door is the bell that rang for the last trolley returning hotel guests to Atlantic City."

“Robinson recalls many tales of colorful characters and people he's known during his time at the club, mentioning such stars as Perry Combo, Joe Namath, Bob Hope, Bert Lancaster and many others who frequented the facility.”

"It was the most sought after club to get a game and a most congenial place to visit. The service, help and food have always been excellent. the recipe for our famous crab cakes, still served today, came from Leo's wife Doris Fraser," added Robinson.

Kenny was a big part of the club, especially after Leo Fraser died and Jimmy and Doug Fraser and Bonnie and Don Siok saw it through its best growth years for the next decade.


ROBINSON, KENNETH F. 78
- Egg Harbor Township and formerly of Villas; passed away on Thursday, January 5, 2012 at AtlantiCare Regional Medical Center after a lengthy illness. Born in Montgomery County, PA and formerly of Buffalo, NY; he relocated to Southern New Jersey in the early 1970's.

Kenny began working at the Atlantic City Country Club (a job he would have for the next forty years) working for the Frasier and Siok family. He quickly endeared himself to all with his amiable personality and his amazing knowledge of the club's history. In the mid seventies, Ken took the position of caddy master and director of outside operations and held that position until 2010.

Kenny had a gift of making everyone feel special, from celebrities that visited the club to members and fellow employees. He was also known for his love of all animals. His loyal friend and companion Bogey the cat was at his side for more than 20 years, and lays to rest on the country club grounds.

Kenny's fondest memories were in the South Jersey area where he met the love of his life Mary Ann and then married in 1980.

Prior to his lengthy career at ACCC, Kenny led a very interesting life. After serving his country courageously in the Korean conflict as a teenage, he returned home to follow his father's footsteps as an entertainer. Kenny and his brothers formed the "Verstiles" a harmonica trio. All were accomplished musicians and toured extensively. Their talents earned them television spots on the Ed Sullivan Show. To this day they hold a world record recognized by the Guinness Book of World Records for playing 53 hours non-stop; breaking the old record of 51 hours held by Kenny's father Paul. In the process, they raised thousands of dollars for cerebral palsy research. After the trio stopped touring, Kenny remained in show business working as a straight man in a two man comedy team. He also acted as a host and emcee for burlesque reviews under the name "Kenny Dee", working venues all over the northeast and mid west.

Kenny will be sadly missed by all who knew him and loved him รข€" family, extended family, friends, and the crew at Charlie's Bar where he was a regular.

Ken was preceded in death by his wife Mary Ann Robinson, and two brothers: Dale and Richard. He is survived by his son James Robinson; his stepson Dan DeGeorge; his stepdaughter Karen Romo DeGeorge; his daughter-in-law Cindy Staats; nine grandchildren; and three great grandchildren. Kenny's last wishes were simple and without fanfare. Instead of a ceremony or flowers, Kenny asked that a donation be made in his memory to any local no-kill Animal shelter.

[Ocean City, NJ Humane Society - 1 Shelter Road, P.O. Box 1254, Ocean City, NJ 08226 (609) 399-2018 info@hsocnj.org]

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