The jerky Long Island R. R. trains, the bumpy, pot-holed Long Island motor roads, were ram-jammed to capacity by thronging tennis enthusiasts crowding toward Forest Hills, L. I., to see if and how anyone would humble elongated William T. Tilden II, of Philadelphia, national champion the past four years, in the 1924 national singles play.
The throngs crushed past tall brick apartments which, flanked by many tennis courts and faced by the concrete stadium, give Forest Hills the appearance of a "tennis factory." They crushed up into the stadium and out among the...
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