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Wednesday. Rain again. A reporter told me that William C. ("Pop") Fuller, who has coached me simply for ages, had given out a statement to the effect that I had a good chance against the Lenglen woman, and that my plan of battle had all been figured out before I left California. Pop said that I would drive hard, and aim at the corners of the court; the reporter wanted to know if this was true. . . I am afraid it is. And it is also true that I am going to play with a wooden racket, and a felt-covered...
Henceforth when war debats are burdensome, the French can slave the would in their pockets by the though of Mlle. Lenglen's victory. Les Americains can take the gold but their best players can not conquer the incomparable Suzanne. Like the battle of the Marne, the conflict at Cannes serves to reinforce a failing sense of superiority...
Thursday. Dreamed I was playing Lenglen. My arm was paralyzed. I couldn't lift my racquet, and her shots came as fast as bullets from a machine-gun. They fell all around me with monotonous little explosions, tum-tat-tat-tum. ... It was rain on the roof. . . . No tennis today, I thought, and went to sleep again till 11 o'clock. . . . Some minx started the rumor that Patou had given me $1,000 worth of clothes. When reporters asked him about it he said: "You know I never gave anything away in my life." A good friend...
Friday. Today Lenglen played Mrs. R. E. Haylock (English) and beat her 6-0, 6-0. I took my match from Mrs. Haylock last week, 9-7, 6-2; so it must be granted that Lenglen seems in better form than I am. They say the fops at the Casino are laying 7 to 1 on her and no takers...
Saturday. Well, we meet Lenglen tomorrow. We beat Miss Radcliffe and Stanley Doust today, 6-1, 7-5, and we were going some-our best so far. If we are still going tomorrow, Suzanne and her Baron better watch out. But anyhow I hope it will keep those reporters quiet for a while. You'd think I was a divorcee the way they follow me around...