Life on a California prison farm was a humbling experience for Big Bill Tilden. During his 7½ months in jail (for "contributing to the delinquency of a minor") he worked in the kitchen scouring pots & pans, waited on table, and worked up to storekeeper ("a very responsible post"). But his prison term hadn't really changed him. He had just published a book, and in it he was still the arrogant and unblushing showoff.
In My Story (Hellman, Williams; $2.75),* on the bookstands this week, he tramps boldly through the years (1920-25) when he...
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