Spots

At a spot of bare earth about as big as a monocle, in the surface of a grass tennis court, in Orange, N. J., William T. Tilden II, National Lawn Tennis Champion, glared. There were many other such spots in the court, which was not a very good one. During the course of his game, Champion Tilden glared at most of them. Sometimes, indeed, he stopped short and addressed them in terms that involved the names of prominent Biblical characters. The spectators pitied Champion Tilden's trouble with the spots, which assuredly gave an abominable twist to many of the balls he tried vainly to return; they marveled, at the same time, at the assurance of blond, pouting Vincent Richards, who paid no attention to the spots but drove, lobbed, half-volleyed as if every ball rose to his racket from the immaculate baize of a billiard-table. Without glaring, without sacerdotal muttering, he defeated Champion Tilden 4--6, 6--1, 7--5, 6--4.