Word: lew
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Vastly surprised to find himself leading Wimbledon Champion Lew Hoad in the semi-finals of England's Midland Counties tennis championship, a 19-year-old Briton named Michael Davies was moved to try an ingenious bit of gamesmanship; he walked around the net to say that he was defaulting. Prevailed upon to change his mind, Davies went back to whip the startled Aussie, 6-3, 4-6, 6-4. After that Davies had nothing left. In the finals he lost to South Africa's Trevor Fancutt...
...Backyard. The men finalists managed to provide more suspense. Big blond Lew Hoad, 21, who houses cat-quick grace in the frame of a fullback, was out to prove that this is his year. Already holder of the Australian and French championships, Lew wanted the Wimbledon title badly. It and a victory...
...Young Lew wasted little time, tried from the opening rally to rub his superior power like rough sandpaper against Ken Rosewall's subtler game. The two whacked out some of the best tennis of the tournament. Then Lew Hoad, after a brief, second-set lapse, put Rosewall away, 6-2, 4-6, 7-5, 6-4. Australian visitors were hap py to underplay their pride. " I flew over 5,000 miles to see this match," laughed one fan from Down Under, "and what do I watch? The same players I see in my backyard all year long." Through...
...most "profound," and perhaps the most uninteresting, of the assembly is a British diplomat named Conway, played by Lew Ayres. A dedicated type, Conway has risked his life to pry another young Englishman, an aging dance team, and a female missionary of uncertain age and denomination loose from a Chinese Communist prison. He and his charges almost get killed, though, when their plane crashes in the wilds of Tibet. And then they are rescued by a group of mystical monks--also of uncertain denomination--who conduct them to a hidden valley populated by deliriously happy and uniformly muscular peasants...
This detailed plot resumee is given only to show just how pointless all the philosophical utterances really are, since they deal with a question that, the way the authors have slanted it, can have only one answer. And Lew Ayres' acting does not reveal any hidden relevance. He is quite competent, but when he gets through with them, the dull lines are still dull. Supprisingly enough, much the same is true for Martyn Green, who pays one of the monks. The star of many Gilbert and Sullivan operettas, Green has demonstrated in the past that...