On the many neat squares of green turf and white chalk which the West Side Tennis Court at Forest Hills, Long Island, provides for the game of lawn tennis, there flowered, last week, innumerable figures in white skirts and colored sweaters who arranged themselves in opposing pairs and began to move in the sunlight, forward and back, from side to side, like the bright porcelain dolls of some minute carnival, weaving a country-dance to music no one else could hear. They were the competitors in the Women's National Championship Tournament. At the end...
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