SCHRINER'S TWO GOALS PUTS 'SNATCH' ON ELUSIVE TROPHY

Langelle Bangs Another Home To Cinch Hockey Championship

ONE BY HOWE

By ANDY LYTLE

Shortly after ten-twenty on Saturday night, before the greatest throng that ever looked at a hockey final in the Dominion of Canada, Hap Day went flying over the ice.

He caught Schriner with one arm over his shoulder. His other fist Hap brought affectionately to Sweeney's cheek, playfully punched it.

"Hello champ," he greeted his great left-winger.

"Champ yourself," retorted Sweeney.

A few seconds later Day had the Stanley cup in his possession for the second time in his career. Ten long years he had helped in the hunt and oddly enough, not a single player was left on the ice of those who had snatched it a decade ago.

While the crowd looked its frenzied fill Frank Calder presented the cup. There was delay while Apps skated over, one eye half closed and cut, yelled to Conn Smythe:

"Come on out Conn, you waited long enough for this cup. Come and get it."

Beaten in four straight games, the Red Wings went down with colors flying, eyes front and fighting doggedly to the last.

One Goal By Howe

Syd Howe scored their only goal of the finale on a break-in with two of his mates. This came early in the second period.

Like a mother clings to her wayward son, the Wings held so tenaciously to that slim lead, fought so hard and checked so passionately, the third was a quarter gone before Schriner broke with Carr and Taylor, shook the building to the girders as the immense crowd responded to this successful sally with a roar like the crashing of guns.

Schriner's goal was paved by a penalty to Orlando, who dumped Apps, dramatically cast gloves and stick to the ice, seized his head in both hands as he heard the whistle, saw Chadwick's upraised thumb.

Jimmy must be psychic, for that was the break the Leafs had to get to win. Jimmy was on the ice again but was still out of the play when Schriner jammed his goal home.

Leafs surged madly after this, played like men not to be denied their first clear unashamed look at the famous Stanley cup.

Peter Turns Tide

It was Peter Langelle, snapping in a pass he had reached from Gold- ham and McCreedy, who turned the tide definitely in Leafs favor.

Less than five minutes of play were left when Schriner went through again. In both his goals the play of Taylor and Carr bulked largely.

It was the "big line" of the team as hockey beat a belated retreat after a six months' stand.

There were 16,218 paid admissions. Add to that six or seven hundred complimentaries and the actual eye-witnesses to the climax of a tremendously hard fought and bitter series were close to 17,000, give or take the fractional customer, take if you are a gentleman who prefers brunettes.

Chadwick handed three two-minute penalties to McCaig, two to Orlando and one to Bruneteau. Leafs had Schriner, Davidson, Dickens and Nick Metz in the cooler.

In the type of game played by both teams in which the puck is hurled ahead and all hands chase it, penalties make little difference because it is all attack.

Twice when Leafs were short a man they threw the puck and chased it so stoutly Wings were constantly on defence.

Red Wings Formidable

Leafs outplayed the Wings in the first period, were definitely running second in the next, scored all their goals in the third.

Chadwick's refereeing displeased some of the fans and they began to litter the ice with anything handy or good to throw. Papers came, the odd orange, assorted nuts, a light bulb, a large bottle opener.

But they stopped throwing anything but applause when Schriner and Langelle finally began dumping rubber behind the astute and brilliant Johnny Mowers.

Several of his stops in the early going were sensational. He robbed Apps, Schriner and Langelle of goals they figured to trickle in.

Though they had to lose finally, the Wings played bang-up hockey, attended strictly to the man with the puck.

It was a bitter pill they had to swallow because they had soared to the heights, were all ready to sip champagne from the Cup when it was snatched rudely from their lips in the fourth game.

But they went out like honorable men, beaten but not cowed. They gave way before a club that was good enough to readjust itself, play the enemy at its own game, out-score them at the wire.

Taking it four straight, the hard way, as the Leafs did, is something no team has ever done in the Stanley Cup stakes, hitherto. Bruins did it to Detroit, the easier way, last year.

Detroit -- Goal, Mowers; defence, McCaig, J. Stewart; centre, J. Brown; wings, Carveth, Liscombe; alternates, Bush, Motter, Orlando, Grosso, Warea, Abel, Giesebrecht, Howe, Bruneteau.

Toronto -- Goal, Broda; defence, Kampman, Stanowski; centre, Langelle; wings, McCreedy, Davidson; alternates, Dickens, Goldham, G. Stewart, Apps, N. Metz, D. Metz, Langelle, Carr, Schriner.

Referee Bill Chadwick; linesmen, Aurel Joliat and Archie Wilcox.