Word: helene
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Women from the East, women from the West, women from England, one from Holland gathered at Forest Hills, Long Island, with tennis rackets under their tanned trained arms. They gathered to determine who is the best player in the U. S. Most of them felt that Helen Wills was the best, with the others ranked in fairly predictable groups behind her. Matters went as expected through the early rounds. Miss Wills won, Mrs. Molla Mallory won, all the visiting Englishwomen won except Mrs. Kitty McKane Godfree who defaulted to save herself for doubles...
...company are: Helen, Herman & Hans Thimig (dubbed the German Barrymores) ; Moissi; Lili Darvas (wife of Hungarian playwright Ferenc Molnar); Sokoloff; Hans Moser; Rosamond Pinchot...
...Forest Hills, L. I., U. S. women were destroying chances of British women for the Wightman Cup. Helen Wills, to describe whose game sporting writers resort to increasing jumbles of superlatives, was worthy of their praise and easily defeated Joan Fry and Mrs. Kathleen McKane Godfree. Molla Mallory, with more difficulty, did the same thing. Miss Wills and Mrs. Hazel Hotchkiss Wightman won a doubles match for the U. S.; Eleanor Goss and Charlotte Hosmer Chapin lost one. Helen Jacobs lost the only U. S. singles match to Betty Nuthall sixteen-year-old-English girl who defeated Mrs. Mallory...
...Avenue, Manhattan, skill failed. A rivet leaped through the air, gave a convulsive trout-like twist, dodged the waiting pail, slipped down through the air, gleaming, white hot, toward a Fifth Avenue bus-top. It struck with a hiss upon the back of a silk dress being worn by Helen Frawley, 17. Loiterers watched her being put into a taxicab, rubbed their eyes, gasped, moved away...
...constitutionally impossible for a Parrish to be really lugubrious. Innumerable small pranks and whimsies set off the pall of Gray Sheep, softening the glare of its irony, warming it with humanity. The morning of Helen (Mrs.) Rain's funeral, the eaves sparrows quarrel as usual. (She would have liked that.) At John Rain's embarkation, the tugs whisper fuchsia, fuchsia, fuchsia; then cough cocoa, cocoa, cocoa as they push the ship to midstream. During a prayer at sewing circle, Helen Rain peeps covertly at the Women's varying technique-pinching bridge of nose; clasping stomach; kneeling thoroughly...