Archive for July, 2021

Charley Daw (1932)

July 29, 2021


Bowling Hall of Fame, 1941 (charter member)

#35 Bowler of the 20th Century

Bowlers Journal 1925-1936 Special All-American

All-American, 1926-27, 1929-30, 1931-32

Match Game champion, 1927-1928

3 ABC championships (1923-D, 1923-T, 1932-D)

Petersen Classic winner, 1931

Dick Robinette for Manhattan (1961)

July 27, 2021

Oscar Fraley Bowling Book (1958)

July 25, 2021

Connie Schwoegler for Hamm’s Beer (1951)

July 22, 2021

How Bowling Bounced Back From the Spanish Flu

July 20, 2021

I was recently honored by the International Bowling Media Association for the Best Feature Story of 2020. Thank you to the judges and to the IBMA for this award. The story below originally appeared in BOWLERS JOURNAL INTERNATIONAL in May 2020.

In September 1918, as the new bowling season got underway, sports in America faced an uncertain future. The United States had been pulled into the Great War in Europe. The government was curtailing all activities that didn’t further the war effort—“Work or Fight!” the order went. Thousands of young men had already been drafted into military service. The last month of the baseball season had been cancelled, with the World Series held just after Labor Day.

Bowlers were trying to continue on as best they could. Some leagues had folded, and pinboys were getting hard to find. There was talk that next year’s American Bowling Congress championships at Toledo might be called off.

In Chicago, Bowlers Journal was completing its fifth year of publication. The journal had begun as a weekly newspaper chronicling the local bowling scene. But by 1918 editor-publisher Dave Luby already had several correspondents sending him regular reports from the country’s main bowling cities. Also featured were letters home from Dave’s sons Mort and Forrest, both serving with the army in France.

BOWLERS JOURNAL front page—June 15, 1918

The big Chicago tenpin news was the follow-up to last spring’s Patriotic Bowling Tournament. Local bowlers had staged the city-wide event in May, raising more than $2,000 to build a bowling facility at the Camp Grant army post. That plan had fallen through. Now it was announced that the money would be used to install alleys at the Great Lakes Naval Training Station.

The leagues started rolling. As usual, Bowlers Journal printed weekly roundups from the Randolph, the North End Traveling, and the city’s top leagues. Gertrude Dornblaser reported on women’s bowling. Luby’s correspondents in San Francisco, Cleveland, Minneapolis, and the other cities checked in.

And now, as September moved on, a new disruption to America’s everyday life began to be felt—the Spanish Flu.

A century later, there’s still no definite answer on where or when this pandemic started. Later it came out that there had been influenza outbreaks in different parts of the world as early as March. But with a war going on, the governments in the belligerent countries exercised tight control of the news, and the general public knew little of these health concerns.

That wasn’t the case in Spain. Spain was a neutral country, without wartime censorship. So when people began dying in Spain, that fact was reported in all the warring nations. By June the new disease was labeled—unfairly—the Spanish Flu.

Unlike most diseases, this flu was deadliest to people in their twenties and thirties. It came on quickly, too. A person would be feeling fine, then suddenly get headaches and fever, and start vomiting. Then he would turn blue and begin spitting up blood. Within a day or two, he was dead.

Large gatherings of people were thought to spread the disease. In 1918 the United States had no centralized center for disease control, no federal Department of Health. As the new flu began to spread, individual city and state governments took whatever containment measures they thought would work.

Notice Posted in a Chicago Theater

People tried all sorts of home remedies. Hanging a bag of camphor around your neck was one method. So was chewing plug tobacco. Apple cider vinegar, boiled red peppers, honey-laced rye whiskey, and the old reliable chicken soup were other treatments. Eating raw onions was a favorite cure—that certainly kept people from getting too close. Meanwhile, scientists labored desperately to develop a vaccine.

On October 4 Pennsylvania closed all places of public assembly. Philadelphia alone had more than 75,000 cases of the disease, with 139 deaths reported in the past three weeks. Schools, theaters, churches, political meetings, sporting events were shut down. Soon similar large-scale closings were ordered in Boston, St. Louis, Cleveland, and Buffalo, as well as in hundreds of smaller towns.

Bowling alleys were often included in these blanket shutdowns. By the middle of October, Dave Luby’s correspondents were reporting that establishments had also been shuttered in Minneapolis, Milwaukee, San Francisco, and Indianapolis. Yet in New York City and some other places, the alleys were allowed to continue operating. Bowling was considered a form of exercise that would help a person remaining physically fit, better able to fight off the deadly flu.

Still, only active bowlers were to be allowed on the premises. Proprietors were told to turn away spectators and anyone else. And since fresh air was thought to diffuse and weaken the virus, proper ventilation had to be maintained.

Chicago was one of the cities where the alleys remained open. But most people were staying off the streets, and a number of leagues cancelled sessions. Open play virtually ceased.

Jimmy Smith ad in BOWLERS JOURNAL

Jimmy Smith was bowling’s match-game champion. He had been contracted to bowl a series of exhibition in Chicago. On October 14 he beat local star Frank Kafora in an eleven-game set at Randolph Recreation. The next day Smith was on the train back to his home in Brooklyn, the rest of his schedule scrapped by the killer flu.

On October 19 Dave Luby weighed in with a Bowlers Journal editorial titled “Keep the Alleys Clear and Clean.” Luby recognized that the Spanish Flu had become “a serious menace,” something that everyone should be concerned about. Still, there was no reason for the bowling community to panic. Common-sense measures would help defeat the threat.

Luby urged Chicago proprietors to keep their premises “well-ventilated, clean, and sanitary.” Crowds should not be allowed to gather. At the same time, bowling must continue, since it was one of the best “health-givers” available. “The influenza germ has not yet been found in a bowling alley,” he concluded, “and it will not be if the rules of sanitation are strictly adhered to.”

Bowlers Journal also printed some practical advice from a flu survivor, none other than W.V. Thompson. The Brunswick exec, often called “the final authority on all things bowling,” had been working in New York. No sooner was he transferred back to Chicago than he came down with the disease.

“If all the bones of your body ache, and you discover many you did not know you had and they also ache, you have the Spanish influenza,” Thompson wrote. “Get home quickly. Immediately upon arrival, take a hot and then a cold bath. Open up all the windows. Bundle up and get in bed. Send for a doctor, and get the best.

W.V. Thompson

“Some say feed the [flu],” Thompson went on. “I starved mine. I was back in the office in three days, and bowled on the fourth. Not very good, but good enough to convince myself that bowling was good for what ailed me.”

Just as public morale was hitting rock bottom, the news finally started to turn good. On October 21 scientists announced they had developed an effective vaccine. Shipments of the drug were rushed to all parts of the country. Chicago alone received 100,000 doses, and inoculations quickly began. Within two weeks, the number of flu deaths plummeted.

Then, three weeks after the vaccinations began—on November 11, 1918—an armistice was signed in Europe. The conflict that future generations would call World War I was over.

The country began to rebound. Bowling began to rebound. The shuttered establishments reopened. In Indianapolis, proprietor Jess Pritchett took out large display ads in the city’s newspapers, announcing that his Central Bowling Alleys, “the best ventilated in the state,” were again open for business. In case anyone missed the fresh-air selling point, the ad further advised the public to “avoid influenza by indulging in healthy exercise.”

Two major regional tournaments—the Middle-West and the Atlantic Coast—had been cancelled because of the flu outbreak and the war. But in St. Paul, the International Bowling Association event went on as scheduled. In the spring, the big one—the American Bowling Congress championships—rolled out in Toledo with a record entry of 796 teams.

The Spanish Flu was gone. More than 50 million people had died worldwide, a greater death-toll than all the wars of the twentieth century put together. The United States alone suffered 675,000 deaths. Among bowlers, the most prominent victim was Henry “Heine” Haselhuhn, a onetime ABC champion. And there were all the others, known only to their family and friends.

Those left behind dealt with their grief. One of these was a 29-year-old Chicago bricklayer and 150-average bowler named Florian Przedziankowski. In that horrible October of 1918 he lost both his wife and his mother to the killer flu.

But Florian moved on, as he had to. In 1920 he remarried, and a year later, he had a daughter. And that daughter became my mother.


Ray Bluth for Miss Kitty (1960)

July 18, 2021

Great Lakes Recreation—Detroit (1950)

July 15, 2021

6366 Woodward Ave.



Freeway Washer and Stamping—Cleveland (1960)

July 13, 2021
(L-R)—Marge Kelch, Sophie Cetinsky, Venice Pelton, Rose Calala, Stephanie Balogh

Sunnyvale Bowl—Sunnyvale, CA

July 11, 2021

20260 E. El Camino Real

Gib Fischbach (1959)

July 8, 2021


1 ABC championship (1959-D)