After the long years of trying, after the rebuffs that kept her out of tournaments she might have won, after the jitters that kept her from titles she should have won, the match that meant most of all was astonishingly easy. On the slick and tricky turf of the West Side Tennis Club at Forest Hills last week, husky, lightfooted Althea Gibson (TIME, Aug. 26) breezed through the finals of the U.S.L.T.A.'s national championships just as surely and easily as she used to win paddle tennis games on the streets of Harlem.
Playing with the authority of a Wimbledon championship behind...
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