Evening star., 1936-09-15
Perry Deserved TO Win.

Perry Deserved TO Win.
PUT Freddie pulled through. and,
~ to do him justice, he deserved to
win. He is a better player than
Budge. His margin of superiority Is
greater than the score indicates. AS
soon as it was over, Freddie's fingers
betrayed symptoms of the af1iction
known as autographer's itch. 50 the
doctors rallied round with fountain
pens and contracts.
IT can't tell you anything definite
yet" said Brother Perry when ques-
toned about his immediate future.
But for your own information, the
deed is done. Fred Perry is pro.
There is no barrier now to that
match-and a swell match it should
be-between the peerless Limey and
our own Ellsworth Vines.
Speaking of tennis champions, We
have q new one in the dolls depart
ment, a tall rangy blond named Alice
Marble, who carries a white jockey
cap on her head and charge OF dyna-
mite in her right forearm. She beat
Helen Jacobs for the title, and the
chances are that she will be beating
the best in the country for some time
to come, so you may as well make
her acquaintance now.
The lady hits tennis ball harder
and fatter than any lady has done
since Helen Wills Moody was in her
prime. She has slight weakness
in her backhand, which time and
training may cure, and she lacks the
versatility and court generalship OF
Moody and Jacobs. But her service
and her forehand are so severe that
you forget the rest Of it when you
watch her.
La Marble began playing tennis
when she was what the novelists call
q mere slip Of GIRLS years old, to
be specific. That was 10 years ago.
illness retarded her progress couple
seasons back, but she beat the rap
and came on again like the Limited
moving through Hicks Junction.
Credits Hard Work With Success.
ct PLAYED steadily this year for
the first time in quite while"
says Miss Alice, land I needed the
work, too. My balance and timing
were of, and my shots wouldn't be-
have. But wanted to make a good
showing at Forest Hills, and knew
the shots would come back to me II
plugged along.
ITO tell the truth they didn't come
back to me any too soon. wasn't
much good in the first part Of this
tournament. In fact, looked pretty
bad. But came along gradually. It's
swell when you feel you're finally get
ting strokes to work the way you
want them"
The champ says she doesn't think
she'd have won If the Jacobs had been
in top form.
Helen can play better tennis than
she played against me-" testifies the
winner sweetly.
Well, maybe the Jake did perform
slightly of key. but she performed
well enough to whip any other young
lady in the country. There Is nothing
fiuky about the result. The winner
- o 4Cd1 NlldIlplOll dll0 o1lC 4lSOA Go
to improve with age and experience.
She halls, as you doubtless know,
from San Francisco, which is getting
to be more or less hotbed Of ath-
letic culture, what with the three
walloping wops, Lazzeri, Crosetti and
Di Maggie, steering the New York
Yankees into world series, and the
San Francisco track and field dele
CATION cacking records right and left.
La Marble comes of family Of ath-
letes. There are Marbles who play
hand ball and Marbles who play base
ball, and I dare say there are Mar
bles who can hold up their end at
parchesi, too.
The best thing about Miss Alice's
brand Of tennis, think, Is that she
CANDLES. Few girls do this in tennis.
When the score goes against them
they tighten up and play safe. But
the Marble, after Miss Jacobs took
the first set from her, cut loose with
all she had. She tossed caution to
the well-known winds and slammed
and slugged and volleyed with a will.
She took the net. She shot for the
lines. And she won.
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