For several years there was very little doubt about who would win the National Singles Championship at Forest Hills, L. I. Tilden would swing lazily through the first rounds; in the third and fourth rounds it became easier to see that he would win the last. In late afternoon matches his huge shadow would creep and flicker toward the clubhouse. By the time his opponent's shadow was in the middle of the press marquee, Tilden's shadow had gone upstairs. It was a terrifying shadow, with steps like dark lightning, enough to frighten any opponent....
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