The San Francisco call., 1899-09-06
AT THE DEL MONTE TENNIS TOURNAMENT.

Dwight Davis, second on the list of the
coUntry's tennis kings. He smashed the
ball with force enough to punch holes in
the courts. From the time he begins play
he is at his man with a swish and bang,
and never lets up, even for breathing
space. In three easy sets he took the
measure Of George Whitney, who was eX-
piring in one court. while Brother
Robert was breathing his last on an
other.
The Western champion. George Whit
neY, was not himself to-day. None of that
scientific playing which distinguished him
at the last San Rafael tournament was
exhibited. Davis force and vgor, dash
and war horse charges left George Whit
ney dumfOunded.
And Whitney was not the only food for
Davis appetite for victories. In the
afternoon he Waded right through Sam
Hardy, the scoreboard reading 6-3, 60,
I'll
Western hopes and anticipations were
Of marketable value Yesterday but there
smile now. Whitman was conceded a
winner and Davis probable one. but
the local men counted on certain victories
over Ward and Wright, 1t was another
occasion Of fond hopes that went a glim-
mering. Ward won both his matches de-
feating Sam Hardy this morning and
Robert \. Whitney in the afternoon.
We'll. if we can't beat Ward, We can
beat Wright" said the local men.
Sumner Hardy did beat him, but George
Whitney fell into an abysmal pit when
he met the youngest of the visitors. but
one set being his portion. In this match
as in that with Davis, Whitney was not
himself astonishing friends and foe by
his erratic playing.
Every guest in the hotel and many from
Monterey focked to the courts. AS the
tournament was in the nature of a con-
unuous performance, the people came
and went. Three courts We're running al
one tme-a sort of modern circus affair
which divided the interest and made II
impossible for one person to see all that
was going on.
In the morning Walter Hobart appeared
and stamped a feeble applause for good
long and short shots. 1t was his first day
out since his recent illness, but even his
friends did not recognize him on account
of long wealth Of brown whiskers In
the afternoon he appeared again. this
time without the hirsutic facial adorn-
ment. Walter was recognized and the
game was stopped until the mad rush of
congratulations had run their race.
The great match Of the day was that of
Sumner Hardy and the Eastern singles
champion. For a while the visitor was on
his last legs Hardy had five games, in
the first set. while his opponent had but
four. The score Of the next game was
forty love in Hardy's favor, when Whit
man pulled himself together and won the
set, 10. The second set was plucked by
Hardy with the score of six games to
three. Then Whitman braced again. win
ming the third set, 6-4, but Hardy forced
him TO play until the perspiration rolling
the court. The fourth set was full Of
interest, hard play and closely contested
points Game by game. each man scoring
them alternately, the score advanced un-
til the board read five-all. Again the
Fastener pulled his waning strength to-
gether and Sumner Hardy's epitaph was
written where a short time before were
hopes, emblaZened on partial success,
for a victory over the tennis champion
of America.
The scores Of the days play were as
follows: