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Every Boy's Life. Forrest Reid, maker of this strange world, was an Ulsterman who began life as a tea-merchant's clerk and ended up a part-time writer living alone with his dogs in Belfast, playing bridge and croquet. When he died at 70, in 1947, he left behind a handful of novels and about a roomful of ardent admirers. One was Novelist E. M. Forster, who now introduces the Tom Barber trilogy of novels to U.S. readers. Reid's work, he concedes, has "puerilities and longueurs." But it is the work of "an extremely...
Last week Tony stood once more on the center court of the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club, tuned up at last to the proper pitch for the Wimbledon championship. He had wasted no time getting to the final round, blasting his way past such dangerous competitors as last year's champ, Czechoslovakia's aging (33) Expatriate Jaroslav Drobny, and the U.S.'s Parisian Playboy Budge Patty. Across the net stood Denmark's Kurt Nielsen, an unseeded surprise who had knocked over Ken Rosewall and Italy's Nicolo Pietrangeli to get to the finals...
Gently, skillfully, Author Hartley conducts his tense story to a bitter end, making its adult drama the more effective by framing it always in the eye of a child. He paints a near-perfect picture of country-house life at the turn of the century-its etiquette, its croquet and cricket matches, its exact relation to classes and countries outside its own. He also has a simple tune to play on his symbols-for Leo (the lion) stands for a young England ignorant of the social upheaval that the new century is destined to bring in. with such lawbreakers...
...Wesley Roseman, 11, twisted by a congenital deformity of the spine, at first played a solitary game of croquet. He complained that no one would play with him. Soon he learned the game's rules, found some partners, smilingly started to talk about what he wants to be when he grows up (astronomer or archaeologist...
...crowd was filing through the colonnades of the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club when a ticket scalper spotted a possible customer heading for the main gate. Behind his dark sunglasses, the squat little man looked like a London clerk who had slipped away from the office to watch the finals of the 1954 Wimbledon tennis championships...