While a wind from the Lake blew little spirals of grey dust across the clay courts of the Chicago Town and Tennis Club William Tatem Tilden II served balls that traveled like gunshots toward a little figure hunched far back of the opposite baseline. The crashing serves generally came back gently, accurately; the little figure, Tamio Abe, champion of Japan, moved quickly from side to side, rarely forward—he knew he couldn't take the net against Tilden's drives, that the best he could do would be to take advantage of errors. Twice Tilden made...
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