Word: frenchwoman
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...tournaments might prohibit her barelegged play, Miss Wills observed icily: "I did not discard stockings as a fad. I have done it to increase my speed." Her speed won the women's singles again. She trounced Eileen Bennett (6-2, 7-5) and Mme. Rene Mathieu, No. 1 Frenchwoman...
...plump, dark-bearded, glinting-eyed, like a legendary Sultan. His studio home is in Paris and he owns a manor house at Sache in Touraine, a spot beloved by Balzac. Yvonne Davidson, his wife, is a handsome Frenchwoman who once taught school in Chicago. Recently she ran startling dressmaking shops in Paris where styles were developed for individuals regardless of the mode. The Davidsons have two smart, adolescent sons...
There were several Americans left now and one more Frenchwoman-Mlle. Manette Le Blan. Miss Collett got to the fourth round where she played a tired little woman by the name of Wragg who came out on the first tee wearing hornrimmed spectacles, a leather jacket with a sweater under it, woolen stockings, thick shoes, and woolen gloves. Miss Collett, always natty, had on a thin blue raincoat. Warm and ugly, Miss Wragg kept her ball in the middle of the course. Miss Collett stopped before each shot to warm her fingers with her breath. "How do you feel?" asked...
...Helen Wills is probably the difference between their thyroid glands. Suzanne Lenglen is a prima donna. Every stroke, to her, is an emergency which she must meet in some sensational manner. Helen Wills goes about the business of tennis as calmly as an etcher making a design. The Frenchwoman cannot play unless people are watching...
...little brown moons under her eyes suggest that she has come to the court without sleep after a night of carnival. Miss Wills is, essentially, as simple as her father's prescription for a healthy childhood. Once, in their third set, she was three games ahead of the Frenchwoman. Mlle. Lenglen had won the first set but she was obviously tiring; the little moons were ominous. She went to the side lines and asked for a glass of brandy. Helen Wills lost the match. She would not, matching drink for drink, implore the gods of a strange land...