OK WAVERING PEOESTAISCH CHAMPIONS MAY TOPPLE. BUT HOPPE APPEARS FIRM. Some of our very best little champions may be knocked off their posts, but here is one top notcher who looks just about as solid on his lofty perch as the well-known flock of Gibraltar. We are thinking of Willyam Hoppe, who has balked his way to more billiard supremacy than any other player in the realm of the tin and the one. And we said before, others may fall. Even Joss Willard may find it in six odd feet of beef sprawled out on the canvas with reform performing the last rites over his title, which Kvans may miss six-foot putt and some of his golf laurels serving away from him, and others may tumble—but Hoppe—who is gonna lick Hoppe? For several years the fellows who fought Billard matches and foster players, will show signs of becoming artists at the balkline game, have been trying to discover some more who can make the little ivory pellets more effective than Hoppe can. So far, they have searched in vain. Hoppe.  This is the game that meets at the grand ones and has the lot of the remnants. It doesn't care who is shooting the other side in a match against him. He never worries. He never shows more than a passing interest in what an important is running on the table. 