At Nice, Mlle. Suzanne Lenglen has been playing tennis, always victoriously. Loungers in the sunshine of the Riviera smiled with tolerant skepticism at these glorious triumphs of the leaping Frenchwoman, for they observed that the women she defeated had seldom been heard of before and were rarely heard of again. They, therefore, looked forward with some eagerness to the finals of the annual Nice tourney in which, they saw, Mlle. Lenglen would doubtless be opposed by Miss Elizabeth Ryan, famed California player. What was their chagrin when Miss Ryan defaulted in the second round! Nice buzzed. It was another trick of...
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