Miss Elizabeth Ryan is a good tennis player. A healthy, strapping woman in her middle years, with a face that reddens rapidly when exposed to the sun, she plays the sort of game that is always dangerous but never spectacular. Last year in the finals at Seabright she beat Helen Wills. It was too bad, people said, but you could not expect a champion to be always at her best. When, last week, Miss Ryan cut down Miss Wills decisively in the same tournament, 6-4, 6-1, newspapers reminded the public that Miss Wills had...
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