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plays a brilliant, hard-hitting, and sensational game that at its best is capable of extending many of the leading players. Unfortunately, Wood is prone to erratic streaks that cost him many a match that on his ability he should win easily. Time and tournament experience will correct this fault. In the Pacific Northwest and in California, one finds many young players of great
rounded, aggressive game. Phil is a most attractive figure on the court—modest, yet full of individuality. Far up in Seattle is a youngster of sixteen, who, in my opinion, will some day be one of the great players of the world, providing he receives the opportunity to play around the big tournaments and gain experience by meeting the leading players. This boy is Armand
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promise. The ability to play virtually all year round tends to develop the game more rapidly than in the East. Let me mention but two outstanding figures among the juniors from those districts. Phillip Bettens, of San Francisco, seems to me to give promise of becoming a logical successor to “Little Bill” Johnston. Betten's game is closely modeled on the lines of the famous little Californian. He has a terrific forehand drive of great severity and remarkable accuracy for so fastashot, while his volley and overhead are severe and, in the main, reliable. His backhand, when last I saw him, was defensive; but at the time he was working on an offensive flat drive which, if acquired, will give him a magnificently
Marion. He has an excellent stroke production, which experience will improve.
Among the boys just out of junior age limit are several figures that stand out preeminently. Chief among them is Marshall Allen of Seattle, Washington, who combines terrific speed with one of the keenest athletic brains I have ever met. Allen only needs seasoning in tournament play to make him a serious contender for the highest honors.
Phillip Neer, of Leland Stanford University, Inter-Collegiate Champion of 1921, and his partner, J. M. Davies, are two youngsters of infinite promise. Both of these boys during the present season have carried several of the great stars to the limit, before acknowledging defeat.
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Carl Fischer, of the University of Pennsylvania, the famous left-hand star of the Philadelphia district, and holder of the 1921 Middle States Championship, has advanced into select company by leaps and bounds. He seems destined to figure largely in future years. From these few outlines of some of our youngsters, it is easy to see that America may well face the future with pardonable pride in her tennis prowess. I see no reason to doubt but what the term of the future, made up from such boys as I have mentioned, will far exceed the ability of our own Davis Cup Team of 1921. So firm is my trust in the future, that I dare to prophesy that having retained the cup this year, it will remain in America for fully a decade. But what of the other countries? The future of the game of lawn-tennis rests in the hands of the boys and girls of the world. All athletics are only as strong as the interest they create among the youngsters of the various nations. It is for this reason that organized athletics are part of the educational system of every country. During the years of 1920 and 1921, I have played on the American Davis Cup Tennis Team in France, England, New Zealand, and
Australia, so that my opportunity for studying conditions in these nations has been quite extensive. My own work among the junior tennis-players of America, with whom I have been in touch for some seven years, has given me a standard to judge by, and by it I measure the work in the various countries.
England, just at present, presents the least promise. The schools of England, for years wedded to their conservative team games of cricket and football, are loath to break down the bars of tradition and allow golf and tennis to take the places they deserve. The boys themselves are not the aggressive, assertive type which one finds in the Antipodes or in America. They are more easily regulated and easy-going, following school policy rather than setting that policy themselves. The result is there are no school-boys playing organized tennis in England. The few boys who do play the game are the product of clubs to which their parents belong and where the boys pick up the game, or are the
sons of tennis-players who own courts and teach their children at home. Young Dicky Ritchie, son of M. J. G. Ritchie, one of the most famous of English Davis Cup stars, is a boy of the latter type, and bids fair to follow in the footsteps of his famous father. Dicky is now only eleven. J. C. Parke, the famous champion-beater, who has defeated Brookes, Wilding, McLoughlin, Williams, and Gobert, has a young son of about two years of age, whom he proposes to coach in the game. André Gobert, the French player, is the father of a boy of the same age, and the great Park-Gobert matches of the past should be resumed about 1940. Yet while she may produce individual stars in the future, England faces a serious situation for the years to come, for they have no organized system of development for the boys and girls, and only by this can the standard of tennis be raised. There are no young players between the ages of fifteen and thirty in England to-day except Max Woodman, the new Davis Cup player. Yet I have that implicit faith in England's ability to cope with any situation that allows me to rise above pessimism. France is quite the opposite of England. Childhood in sport is almost afetish in France. True, they do not have highly organized scholastic competitions, such as one finds in cricket in England, but the Clubs afford ample opportunity for play, and these chances are quickly grasped by the children. Boys
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“Everywhere one goes there are new players,
many of them not out of their teens, who handle
a racket with the poise, skill, and strategy of
a veteran. Players like Marshall Allen, of
Seattle, who carried me into a 11–9 set, appear to be developing in all parts of the country.” Zenzo Shimidzu.
and girls with tennis-rackets are to be seen in all directions, as well as boys in track-suits, running, pole-vaulting, putting the shot, etc.
This was the general appearance at the Stade Français, St. Cloud, where the American team arrived for its daily practice. It is a healthy, inspiring people one finds recovering from the effects of the Great War. The French are always volatile, and nothing serious depresses them. Sport is essential to them. They will have it. To Englishmen it is essential, but businesslike in its methodical precision. There are not many very young boys of great promisein French teams at the mo– ment, but there is a vast mass of potential material from which may come a champion of great class. The leading players of France are all young. They areabout the ages of the leading American stars. André Gobert is almost thirty; Laurens, his partner, is twenty-five; Marcel Brugnon and Mlle. Lenglen, the famous girl-champion, are both twenty-two. Max Decuges and Alfred Germont, the veterans of French tennis and heroes of many a Davis Cup match, are each well under forty, so one sees a marked difference from England, where, almost without exception, the leading players are well over thirtyfive. A. R. F. Kingscote is the only star in England who has not yet attained that age. New Zealand and Australia present the usual aspect of young countries, progressive, aggressive, and interesting. True, they are not yet far along the path of organized development, but the example of such great stars as Norman E. Brookes, the late A. F. Wilding, Rodney Heath, Horace Rice, and others, offset to a great degree by inspiration the need for organization. New Zealand has a marvelous youth in their land. The type of boy one finds in New Zealand is the wide-awake, . active, keen-thinking youngster one is accustomed to meet in America. Physically mag
Photo by Webster-Stevens ARMAND MARION
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Two FAMOUs “DAvis CUP" STARs—TILDEN AND JOHNSTON
nificent, mentally brilliant, the New Zealand boy is potentially a great athlete. The same old English tradition in school against allowing tennis to be played has handicapped the New Zealand boy thus far; but fortunately this is breaking down before the astute work of the Tennis Association in forcing the hands of the head-masters of the various schools.
THE GIRLS" TENNIS CHAMPION
TENNIS courts, both in the East and on the Pacific Coast, have been the scenes of conquest for Helen Wills this last summer. This fifteen-year-old member of the Berkeley (California) Tennis Club not only won the National Girls' Junior Tennis Championship at Forest Hills, Long Island, in August, by defeating Virginia Carpenter of Philadelphia, but paired with Ceres Baker of South Orange, New Jersey, annexed the doubles' title in a fast match with Adelaide and Helen Hooker of Greenwich, Connecticut. In September, she acquired two more titles. Playing in the California women's tennis tournament, she won the state title from the Pacific Coast champion, Miss Helen Baker. Miss Anna McCune, champion of the University of California, was the next to bow to Miss Wills' prowess when her title of Bay Counties’champion went to this youngwizard. A Californian tells us that Helen Wills is one of the best girl players the game has ever produced, and he says some of her success is due to the fact that at the Berkeley Club she has played mostly with the older men, thus acquiring strength and speed in her play.
On our recent trip, “Billy” Johnston and I played an exhibition before five hundred boys and girls of the city of Auckland, and seldom have I seen a keener crowd at a tennis-match.
So it can be seen at a glance that America must continue to develop the youngsters or our position at the top of the tennis heap will shortly be seriously threatened.
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YOUR HAPPINESS JOB By HILDEGARDE HAWTHORNE
WE train and work and study for various ends. Be healthy, wealthy, and wise, we are told, and agree that the advice is excellent. It takes knowledge and horse sense and application to achieve these three things, certainly, but the gain is worth the effort. So we give our best years and strength to the job. But there is another job which is somehow apt to be overlooked. We seem to believe that to achieve success in that direction we neither need to take thought nor to put forth effort. Success that way comes or fails to come, and little we have to do with the matter. Yet without that item, the other three are not what they are said to be. Is it possible, then, to train and work and study for happiness as you do for the other good ends of life? Why not? There are certain definite things that make for happiness. There is, for instance, work. If happiness is important, then the work you do should be of the kind you love doing. It should be work that uses the best of you, that interests you constantly, that keeps you keen and fit. You should do it for the joy of itself, not for what you get out of it in a money sense. Pay you should get, of course, selfsupport, independence. But of two working roads before you, you should choose the one that leads to a full development of your talents and your brains, rather than the one that brings in the greater money return. For if you lose your joy in work, you have paid a higher price for money than it is worth. If you take your happiness job seriously, then, you will give a good deal of thought and plenty of time to selecting for your life's employment something that is going to be delightful to you. Probably the larger portion of your life will be spent at that work. You can see how important a part it must play in securing happiness for you. Happiness is not a slight thing, a thing of the moment, of a laughing day or a pleasant companion. It is a great and precious thing, built up on the very foundations of your being, part of each moment of your existence. The man or woman who is bored is not happy. To have work that interests you and keeps you alert in mind and body is a great safeguard against boredom. But there are other safeguards. Here, in a world crowded with tremendous interests, where even the
tiniest insect is a subject for wonder, where you could never exhaust the possibilities of a single acre of meadow or woodland, here it is not the world that is a bore, it is yourself who insists upon being bored despite the hundred thousand calls on your mind, on your sense of beauty, on your emotions. Your mind has a million windows through which you may look out upon marvelous and thrilling things, if you keep the windows open, if you learn how to open them. Even though the work you do gives you happiness in the doing, it is not enough, because our possibilities for happiness are endless. You want to cultivate as many of them as you can. You want to remember that nothing worth while comes for nothing. To get the joy of music, for instance, you need to know something of that art. The more you know, the greater your delight in it will be. It is the same with painting and sculpture. There is keen joy in these things, a joy that is developed by study and reflection and understanding. I have seen people look at the Victory of Samothrace or the Milo Venus as blindly as though there were no eyes in their heads. These forms of perfect beauty gave them no thrill of exquisite delight. For them the splendor of great art did not exist. They have failed to find one great source of happiness. Bored and dull, they stand before these mighty stones, which man's genius has transmuted to immortal spirit, and know it not and feel nothing. Beauty, as we well know, is another of the definite items that bring happiness to the human being. Not only the beauty of art, but all beauty. If happiness is worth achievement, then cultivate your appreciation for beauty. Rejoice in it. Think how important it must have been considered, since so much time and detail is given to it in the building of the universe. Do you know that numberless tiny and intricate bones are placed in a bird's throat so that it may sing? Song is sheer beauty. Not only is the bird's throat marvelously made to sing, but your ear is wonderfully made to listen to that song. And the viewless air is fashioned to bear those notes from throat to ear, and so complete the amazing circle. Truly, the more you think about beauty and its tremendous place in this world, the more your astonishment grows. Think of