As oppressive summer weather dawdled into autumn, the polite plunk of tennis balls could still be heard on the grass courts of eastern country clubs, where tennis came of age. But the tall, tanned young men who had spent the summer putting the touch on tournament committees with their "amateur" expense accounts had almost all gone west and south for a season in the sun.
As usual, the travelers had taken their worst habits with them; they were playing unreliable, unpredictable tennis. Far off form last week, Vic Seixas, the new U.S. champion, was knocked out in the quarter finals of Mexico...
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