Twenty Years of Lawn Tennis; Some Personal Memories
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TWENTY YEARS OF LAWN TENNIS TWENTY YEARS OF LAWN TENNIS SOME PERSONAL MEMORIES BY A. WALLIS MYERS C.B.E. WITH A FRONTISPIECE LONDON: METHUEN & GO. LTD. NEW YORK GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY TO SIR THEODORE COOK CONTENTS CHAP. PAGE I. ON AND OFF THE CENTRE COURT . .1 II. MORE MEMORIES OF WIMBLEDON . .12 III. ROUND THE HOME COURTS . .32 IV. PLACES AND PLAYERS ON THE CONTINENT . 53 V. RIVIERA RECOLLECTIONS . .66 VI. THROUGH SOUTH AFRICA . .84 VII. AMERICA AND AMERICAN INVADERS . 103 VIII. DAVIS CUP MATCHES . .118 IX. UNDER COVER . .146 X. THE LESSON OF MLLE LENGLEN . 166 INDEX . .177 The Frontispiece is from a Photograph by Elliott 6s Fry Ltd. vii TWENTY YEARS OF LAWN TENNIS CHAPTER I ON AND OFF THE CENTRE COURT MUST begin these reminiscences on a note of sadness. Wimbledon is passing ! Not the in- I stitution which the world knows as the lawn tennis championships, but the ground hallowed by the history of the game a history shoemarked on its courts. It is rather a tragic thought, this uprooting of a shrine saluted for twoscore years and more by every disciple of lawn tennis in this country and by many a pilgrim from distant lands. After another June, or possibly two, dust-stained pedestrians, panting to reach the wicket gate, will cease to jostle each other on the old ladies and will railway footpath ; young cease to camp out in that uninspiring strip of unkempt roadway which connects the Worple Road with the of the All Club gates England ; waiting motor-cars will no longer convert a quiet and respectable neigh- bourhood into one great, inchoate garage. Inside the new ground we are promised an end to that amiable scrambling for seats, standing room, or tea which, while inconvenient on a hot day, was none the less LAWN TENNIS a traditional picnic which seemed in its very absence of ceremony to invest the occasion with a sporting spirit. Yet while we shall miss some of the old and familiar symbols at the new Wimbledon, we shall gain in many ways, not least by the thought that its coming is a sure tribute to the game's progress, a monument to its permanent popularity. For the present premises of the All England Club are inadequate to meet the demands both of the world's best players and those who come to see the world's best players play. When the game was young and (let us whisper it) its first champions a little old old enough at any rate to have become experts at tennis and racquets the three and a half acres in the Worple Road were sufficient to accommodate the brigade of tall-hatted city men and sportsmen who came down annually to applaud (and possibly gamble on) the programme. But even a few years later, when the Renshaw twins and Lawford were in their prime, and trains drew up on the flank of the courts, unloading passengers agog with excitement, elbow- room was a little scarce. That, of course, was long before the giant stands had been erected round the centre court. Eager sightseers raised themselves above their fellows on imported chairs, and even paid half a sovereign for a couple of bricks ! When was a new Wimbledon first conceived ? Probably a year or two before the Great War, when the champions of other countries as well as our own were making Wimbledon their annual battleground. The crowds became unwieldy in size, and spectators, offering their passbooks as security for seats, drew nothing but a courteous negative. The war only served to stem the flowing tide. If its strength was greater in 1914 (the year of Brookes and Wilding) than in 1913 (the year of ON AND OFF THE CENTRE COURT 3 Wilding and McLoughlin), the pent-up waters burst their bonds in 1919 and 1920. Nearly four times as many seats, I was told, could have been sold for the last Championship meeting. I know not how many spectators, prepared to stand, stayed away because they knew that not even a ferret could squeeze through the centre court crowd. On the morning of the Tilden-Patterson match last July, having an engagement to play a private game with Commander Hillyard, yearning for a little exercise to relieve his secretarial cares, I had to pick my way over the bodies of those who, for several hours before and still to come, were waiting for the gates to open. The crush for the two years before and the two years after the war made a larger ground imperative. And when I recall the spacious grounds at Forest Hills, New York, at sylvan St. Cloud, and at the Wanderers' Club, Johannesburg, all of them well filled, I sometimes wonder how Worple Road has served its purpose so long. Forty-four years 1877 to 1921. It may be a brief span compared with Lord's or Henley. Only three British Sovereigns have reigned since the first champion was crowned at Wimbledon ! Lawn tennis is a mere infant beside the hoary giant of golf. No lawn tennis ball is ever likely to be discovered in the rafters of Westminster Hall, though monarchs, born long after the Tudor era, have pursued lawn tennis on courts which possess rafters. So sacrosanct was cricket In the early days of Wimbledon that the championships were adjourned over the Eton and Harrow match. Lawn tennis has its traditions, even its but its is of modern legends, greatness growth ; its ana goes no further back than garden parties of the early seventies. Yet there are no limbs like young 4 TWENTY YEARS OF LAWN TENNIS limbs. Crowded into those brief forty-four years at Wimbledon, proof of the game's inherent virtues and of a development sure and strong, have been enough incident to fill a volume of readable history. No civilised country has been unrepresented on its the centre court has been a lawns ; clearing-house for the world's talent. First the purely domestic with Renshaw supreme ; then the competition, " " rivalry of Ireland, the advent of Ghost Hamilton and Pirn, and the latter's brilliant engagements with next the of the Baddeley ; coming Dohertys younger when they first stepped on the centre court than Tilden or Johnston and their almost unbroken reign the first oversea in for a decade ; champion Norman Gore's stubborn defence the Brookes ; against foreign then Australasia's invader for two years ; triumph, first through New Zealand and then through Australia for six years if we count the war's interregnum, again, " " the break of for ten ; finally, through America after a siege almost as old as the championship. It did not need the apotheosis of France at the instance of Mile Lenglen nor the appearance of Japan in the All Comers final last year nor of Germany in that of 1914, to demonstrate that the lawn tennis champion- ship is the most cosmopolitan competition in the whole world. Wimbledon is indeed the university seat of a great game a game now claiming more votaries than any ball-game invented. My own personal visits to Wimbledon began in the late nineties, when R. F. Doherty was the reigning champion. I do not propose to speak of the earlier here some of their deeds have been narrated giants ; 1 elsewhere. But I had the privilege of playing against Pirn under cover at Queen's. It was a match with a 1 " " See Annals of Wimbledon in The Complete Lawn Tennis Player. ON AND OFF THE CENTRE COURT 5 tragic finish. Dr. Pirn, then a medical practitioner after and using a rusty racket (for it was some time his championship days), was partnered by his Irish compatriot, G. C. Ball-Greene. Dr. J. M. Flavelle we had at was my .partner ; paired up Scheveningen the previous summer. Having the hang of the floor, of which our opponents knew little, we managed to win two out of the first four sets. Darkness then descended, and the referee adjourned the final set until the morrow. This extra set threw out of gear a programme already arranged. Instead of finishing on the east or gallery court we were bidden to play on the west court, more confined in run-back. Nettled by this official decree, my partner, who had enlivened our dinner talk the previous night with his cosmo- politan experiences, so lengthened his drives that most of them sailed serenely out of court over the heads of the two Irishmen. There were other extravagances, and the set was soon over. In the intervening twenty years, Flavelle and I have enjoyed many a knock together. Pirn is now out of the match court a memory of brilliance shining without practice or effort. At his best, Pirn was superior to Wilfred Baddeley, as of his era but he was superior to any other man own ; since Baddeley was the essence of steadiness and a master of scientific method, while Pirn had natural genius summoned and exploited at will, the matches between these two, if below the standard of to-day, will always be remembered for their toughness and contrast of style. The Dohertys were the gentlemen of the centre court. They came to it first as Cambridge under- graduates, and throughout their long reign until the end the impression of unsophisticated chivalry, of the best university tradition, was preserved. Their 6 TWENTY YEARS OF LAWN TENNIS demeanour, on court as well as off, was ever unassum- " ing and free from side." Just as their skill as players came unconsciously and without strain, so their manners as men were natural and without affectation.