Life — May 27, 1926 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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14 “You guys have just got to help me,” Why, this Come on, be Event of help vf the he says. is the the Year. me with the lines, referce some the girls—they’re all matches, meet corkers. Dear old Hank, he is a good sales- Mean- ations, man and gets a lot of promises while Hattie is busy with housing, teas and the dance publicity for visiting celebrities, a surprising They ers, who number of whom actu: come are parked among our vills are all a-flutter over the entertainment Amazons whose hi often disarrange their placid mé Mrs. Libby, wife of our Club president, was quite outspoken about her house- guest of this year. “I don't her having her breakf of the sturdy ject to t in her room,” she said, “even if I do have to take the tray up myself, but I think this smoki 4 cigarettes in bed is just horrid—the nasty, smelly things! And she never thinks of folding up a towel.” Mrs, Libby is no athlete, n A-1 housckeeper but Mrs. Bemis had charge of the prizes and selected such sweet, feminine th —powder-boxes, necklaces a la Raq 1 the like her Pritchett, Meller, sports parasols ai Wh our hard-boiled treasurer, squealed like nthe bill came in I a rabbit in a trap. . do they think we're made “Why, this J tournament will set us back five And what do we get of money?" he cried darn hundred bucks out of it?” Hattie Tuttle Willie Tripp says she soaked him with her racket. took him in hand. Anyway, overt objections 1, the gladiators were wished on their hostesses, tea-after- noons were arranged and Tennis Week, of a Monday, got off to a slow but sure start. We have _ ladies’ singles and doubles, with mixed doubles thrown in as a to. the local Doe Pettner, for in- never fails to get himself allied with a partner of great prowess. This sop males stance, “PETTNER SCORED THE WINNING POINT ON ONE OF HIS TRICKIEST SHOT Mrs forearm is year it was Hammer, whose ter- rifiec from coast to the Tuttles play known ¢ Tuttles in The gether because Henry knows his coast. They met finals of a lot position so well, which is on the edg this class. of the play, where he hovers, lookin; alert and Willie refereed, playfully alternated his shouts of * with “Papa love Mama” eager. Tripp, who ve a and other frivolous remarks, The Hammer-Pettner team won. The In the back- rhe twill try Doc's game is cu ous. court he is handicap, f to stroke the ball and s graceful Law- fords loop out into space or burrow N THE EDGE OF THE PLAY, WHERE HE HOVERS, LOOKING ALERT AND EAGER” in the soil, but at the net his defensive racket-work results in placements which are surprising and to none more than shots,” said the from his stand improvised froma hat only a the player. “They are referee as he climbed down able danger and a bent-wood chair, “ dentist could make.” Pettner scored the winning point on one of his trickiest shots, a dribble from the racket to the tape, where the ball fell over as softly as a wood of his dying cream-puff. Mrs. Tuttle was furi- ous and ignored the gallant blade, our Mr. Doc completely. ¢ poor chap was downcast until that Bert Hoofner, eat work, Doc! 1 the little old for- rushed up and said, “Gr ou pulled it out wi I can tell you how the er literally saved the it, the Ladies’ of the m spectacular stunts ever pulled out our way. fe until Fri- day night, when a hard, unceasing rain set in. Henry Tuttle didn't sleep a k. He was at the Club early on Saturday, staring gloomily at the sod- rts. At cleven appeared Mr, dressed for a The weather had been dog fight. “What h Why the gloom? Henry!” he cried. What biteth thee?” ut Henry was in no antry. “Look at the “They're like glass ert pondered, and when for courts,” he mood Bert pon- anything is apt to happen. I'l dry them,” he said. “Wait a jiff. In the mean- time, remember, it ain't gonna rain no more, no more His car hummed out of the drive. When he returned a half-hour later a fair gallery of ten- nis folk had gathered for the Gala Lunch- con, Mr. interest They watched Hoofner with Assisted by club menials, he was pouring the contents of several large cai over the surface of the championship court. ‘Great Scott, man, (Cont. on page 35) comicbooks.com