By the time this is read the great race will be over.  Glendale people will know whether Frank Wykoff blazed in a temporary burst of glory or whether his "really good."

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Of course this writer believes the latter.  He will until somebody proves that Frank is just another runner.  Unlike certain downtown sports writers the conductor of this column hasn't been "telling the world for 'years' how good Wykoff  is."   It's only been since the first time I saw him run.  Even if he loses today his records proclaim him a marvel.

I chortle at some of the eastern papers.  They don't give our local high school boy a tumble.  Some of them get big hearted and second him a third or fourth place.  Well, maybe so, but that won't be bad for his first year in big competition.

They fail to believe that Wykoff ran out here in 10 3-5 and 20 4-5.  All they can say is that "Paddock is an old man and beating him is not so much."

I remember eight years ago now at the 1920 trials.  Charlie Paddock was more or less of an unknown.  I was marooned amid the heat, tarantulas, and perspiration of Phoenix.  Down there the newspapers hadn't reached the high level of believing sports amounted to much.  I had a heck of a time getting any results on the tryouts -- or even on the Olympics three weeks later.

I took an unmerciful kidding from the desert newspapermen because I boldly stated that Charlie Paddock was the greatest sprinter of them all.

I waited for hours for those results.  During that time I sweated off many, many pounds.  I was a real enthusiast in those days.  Well, I still am.

Today that 100 metre race is being run.  I heard a speaker a few weeks ago tell of roads in Japan that had been worn eighteen and twenty feet deep by the constant foot traffic of centuries.

Well, Glendale is about to set another record.  Come up tonight after the races and see the crevice worn in the floor between the Associated Press and United Press automatic telegraph machines in our office while we wait for the results.

By the time Dick Nimmons, "Sparky" Andrews and the rest of this staff get done running from one to the other awaiting those results that twenty foot Japanese trail will resemble a crack in comparison.

Many, many people have asked me to guess on the finals at Boston. What a sweet chance one has.  It's like reaching into a lottery box with forty tickets.

There are that many sprinters.  When they finish it won't take a very big blanket to cover the entire field.

Frankly I can't help but like Wykoff, and (Clyde) Bracey.  They are strong, fast boys who have shown they have the stuff.  I think Charlie Paddock will place and Hank Russell, Frank Hussey, and Charles Bowman are apt to be in the money.

Don't entirely forget Nat George, and Frank Lombardi.  They are liable to upset a lot of (those with advanced information).

In the 200 metre race tomorrow you can give me Wykoff, Borah, Paddock and George if I have to pick four.  What a wallop to the east it will be if those four cop the places.  But then there is Bracey to still be considered.

And don't forget (Russell) Slocum.  I'm not saying he'll place but he won't be so many feet behind those that defeat him.  He's fighting and in shape.

Well, as I said, the result should be on the front page by the time this is printed.

Come on, Frank and Russ!