Fourth American Chess Congress
The fourth American Chess Congress (called the American Centennial Championship) was held in Philadelphia on August 17–31, 1876 and won by James Mason. There were nine players (Mason, Judd, Davidson, Henry Bird, Elson, Roberts, Ware, Barbour, and Martinez). The entry fee was $20. First place was $300. Never intended to recognize the best player in America, this tournament was geared towards attracting foreign masters, and to awarding the Governor Garland Silver Cup, as well as celebrating the American Centennial.
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Player 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Total 1 James Mason (IRL) xx 1½ 10 1½ ½1 1½ 11 ½1 -- 10½ 2 Max Judd (USA) 0½ xx 00 10 1½ 11 11 11 -- 9 3 Harry Davidson (USA) 01 11 xx ½0 0½ ½1 01 11 -- 8½ 4 Henry Edward Bird (ENG) 0½ 01 ½1 xx 0½ 11 ½1 ½1 -- 8½ 5 Jacob Elson (USA) ½0 0½ 1½ 1½ xx ½½ 10 11 -- 8 6 Albert Roberts (USA) 0½ 00 ½0 00 ½½ xx 1½ 11 -- 5½ 7 Preston Ware (USA) 00 00 10 ½0 01 0½ xx ½½ -- 4 8 L.D. Barbour (USA) ½0 00 00 ½0 00 00 ½½ xx -- 2 9 Dion Martinez (CUB) 00 -- ½½ -- -- -- -- -- xx 1
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