At Seabright, N. J. David of Israel, on the day when he sent a round pebble into the dim, appalling brain of Goliath, was doubtless a thin, supple little man like William M. Johnston, onetime (1915, '19) national champion. Johnston's accuracy, in his heyday, was doubtless superior to that of the Israelite champion, but they both made the same appeal to a gallery—the appeal of skill, of courage, hazardously sustained by slight flesh. In 1921, 1922 and 1923, Johnston won the Seabright Lawn Tennis Bowl. Last week he got off a train...
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