With a big grass-stain on his white flanneled knee, William Tilden, champion of the world, limped over to the umpire's stand and wiped Bis bleak face with a towel. It was the third set and thirteenth game of his match against Rene Lacoste, at Germantown, and he was a game behind.
On a table beside the court the celebrated Davis Cup caught a waning sun. Its presence was not significant. On the third day of the series the U. S., acquiring the necessary three points, had made sure of retaining it: William Johnston .had...
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