At Wimbledon. On a smooth lawn marked with white lines, two Frenchmen were indulging in an active tennis match. One of them bounded about at the net, volleying everything he could; the other played a backcourt game, driving deeply and accurately. His brow was furrowed with concentration; he was trying very hard to win. His rival at the net was more debonair; when a neat lob passed him, he kissed his fingers to it; occasionally he called out, "Bravo, René." He, Jean Borotra, was playing against René Lacoste, conquerer of J. O. Anderson,...
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