Word: tourneying
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Riviera smiled with tolerant skepticism at these glorious triumphs of the leaping Frenchwoman, for they observed that the women she defeated had seldom been heard of before and were rarely heard of again. They, therefore, looked forward with some eagerness to the finals of the annual Nice tourney in which, they saw, Mlle. Lenglen would doubtless be opposed by Miss Elizabeth Ryan, famed California player. What was their chagrin when Miss Ryan defaulted in the second round! Nice buzzed. It was another trick of long-legged Lenglen, said loungers. She had used unworthy pressure to have Miss Ryan withdraw...
...dripping with perspiration, beat a small rubber ball against a wall, sock, sock, sock! They were Clarence C. Pell, National Racquets Champion, and Stanley G. Mortimer, his famed doubles partner, playing against each other in the annual singles "Gold Racquets" tourney at Tuxedo Park, N. Y. Pell won the first game, 15-6; Mortimer the second, 15-8; Pell the third, 18-13; Mortimer the fourth, 15-10; Pell the fifth and the tournament...
Pennsylvania Military College has offered the use of its field in Chester, Pa. for future tournaments. Colonel F. K. Hyatt of P. M. C. is very anxious to have the tourney held in or near Philadelphia this year. He has advocated that a committee be appointed to make an investigation of polo fields in Bryn Mawr., Chester, and Bala...
...present time the H. A. A. has not sanctioned the proposed entry of the Championship University team in the Buffalo event. Should the Crimson team enter the tourney, its chances for the National title would probably be very bright...
...world's middleweight champion, is known as "The Pittsburgh Windmill." Against him in the Detroit Arena tilted a young Quixote, one Sage. Bravely the youth attacked. Idly, effortlessly, swung the arms of Greb, click-clack, like flails that spin in the wind. Sage, well-schooled in the naked tourney of this latterday, postured, lunged, but when he set himself to avoid one swinging flail, another descended unseen, caught him unchivalrous buffets. For twelve rounds, though out-pointed in every one, he kept returning to the hopeless encounter...