Mexico weekly ledger., 1883-07-26
Lawn Tennis.

is played on a lawn Or any other fiat
piece of ground. Some people think
this game took tile place of cro-
quet, but this is not the case. Lazy
people play croquet. Lazy people
can not play lawn tennis. This game
in Mexico is played every evening
Except Sunday at Allison's Springs.
Those who play seem to enjoy the
sport, which consists of running back
and forth, ways and cornerways,
swaying the arms, shouting and per-
spring. The lockers on see no fun
unless the players have a row. We
think the game a good thing to devel-
op ones lungs or limbs.
We speak from observation and not
from experience. Four persons play,
two on a side, one girl and n boy
playing together, making it more in
teresting of course. We never heard
of four boys or four girls playing by
themselves. To this point attaches
the charm of the game. W. presume
more matches have grown out of this
game that out of any other, and at
the same time we never heard of a
lady marrying a gentleman who play
ed on the other side. The weapons
used are four rackets, (this does not
include personal rackets) one little
soft ball and a mosquito net which is
stretched across the lawn to keep the
contesting parties from coming togeth-
er. Several imaginary lines are drawn
and because they are imaginary there
are frequent discussions about their
existence at certain points where the
aforesaid little soft ball comes near
where two persons say they are and
two persons say they are not. At
this stage of the game the mosquito
net cuts a fgure-the players are
dressed without uniforms, except the
ladies, who wear, for obvious reasons,
long dresses and loose waists. The
gents appear in as few clothes rs the
ladies will permit. Everything being
in readiness for the game. (Which in
cludes the weather being as hot as
possible to live) a young lady of the
q%uartette skips gracefully to one cor
ner of the imaginary plat of ground,
and after moving her arms as grace
fully as a windmill, and lifting one
foot off the ground, knocks, pushes
or throws with her racket, and with a
sweet little scream, the little soft ball
to one of the opposing team on the
other side of the mosquito net. The
ball cavorts through space in a crazy
curved line and falls just where the
lady and gent on the other side come
together with a dull thud. They
pause, look at each other in a sharp
tone of voice, then smile in a grave
yard sort of way, while the first
young lady shouts to a man up town
four or five times, Italy one for u.s.
The ball is then fished out of the
branch or spring and dried, after
which n of the young men in a
look-at-me-sort-of-style asserts his
turn and awkwardness. He delivers
the ball in a straight line at the feet of
the opposite lady, who, sitting down
suddenly, unayoidably catches it in
her lap. After an application of cam
phor and a settlement about the i'm
aginary lines, the game again goes
on. AS soon IS either side has shout
ed ''tally us IA times" without being
successfully contradicted, the game is
ended. The winners are in a perspi.
ration of glee and the other side
drowned in a flood of gloom. The next
game is just the same-the next ev.
ening is just the same. The monote-
ny is something grand, gloomy and
Notwithstanding in fact NORTHWEST
going many miles and sitting many
hours in the sun to witness.