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With a big grass-stain on his white flanneled knee, William Tilden, champion of the world, limped over to the umpire's stand and wiped Bis bleak face with a towel. It was the third set and thirteenth game of his match against Rene Lacoste, at Germantown, and he was a game behind...
...their doubles match from Henri Cochet and Jacques Brugnon. But a great issue was in the balance, and Tilden, as he put down the towel and prepared to receive Lacoste's service, was quite aware that this issue might be swayed, for good or evil, by the grass-stain on his trousers...
...bethink him of showered stars, yet sparks from a Fourth of July pinwheel are quite as effective and wholly permissible. Similarly, the macabre, the delicately gruesome, of which Miss Lowell was so fond, is to be found quite as handily in a neurotic seafarer's terror of growing grass, or in a drawling village dracula, as in the rat-runs of a cathedral's Gothic spire. As always, there are stunning eccentricities. Having used "apotheosis" in one of her lines, Miss Lowell hastened to end the next with "bulldozed...
...footpads and submorons, Sir!") which was repelled and its leader, the Rev. Pudley, captured in his white skirts. Nor before Ruth and young Kendrick, within a few hours of meeting, walked in a panic summer midnight to a mad prothalamium of crickets; lay together in cool damp grass and took counsel of a Debussy moon . . . "List, sweet Moon," Ruth said, "where I learned my loving . . ." Ruth was an amateur of the living moment; she could quote poetry, swear tenderly. The eventualities aboard their pirate-schooner, the Mary Read, on Chesapeake bay; their chicken-stealing, arrest, abduction of a judge, capture...
...acres of blossoms pale and adream with the promise of bees and a deathless summer. Often he would paint two or three pictures on the same canvas; starting to correct a defect in a pastoral scene, a new idea would seize him, he would change cows into rocks, grass into whirling waves, and a chip of moon became a mad sun leering like an eyeball in the forehead of a vast, demented skyscape. Nothing made him so angry as praise of pictures he considered poor. Once a financier stopped with ponderous approbation before the worst canvas in his studio. "Marvelous...