Word: toweling
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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With a big grass-stain on his white flanneled knee, William Tilden, champion of the world, limped over to the umpire's stand and wiped Bis bleak face with a towel. It was the third set and thirteenth game of his match against Rene Lacoste, at Germantown, and he was a game behind...
...made sure of retaining it: William Johnston .had beaten René Lacoste, Tilden had beaten Jean Borotra, Vincent Richards and R. Norris Williams had won their doubles match from Henri Cochet and Jacques Brugnon. But a great issue was in the balance, and Tilden, as he put down the towel and prepared to receive Lacoste's service, was quite aware that this issue might be swayed, for good or evil, by the grass-stain on his trousers...
...World Courter. In fact, he challenged Governor Elaine to a debate on the subject. The Governor could not be bothered; one of his henchmen offered to substitute. Whereupon, the Senator said sweetly that he "could hardly accept the challenge of a scared man's bottle holder or towel slinger." The Governor replied that the Senator is merely "a Coolidge rubber stamp...
...court was like an oven, but Helen Wills was cool. She has never, since the days when she wore pigtails, appeared anything else. Mrs. Mallory looked as if she had been in swimming with all her clothes on. Her shirt stuck to her back like a wet towel; her eyes glared out of her tawny face; the cords stood out along her arms. Helen Wills took the lead, 8-6. Mrs Mallory showed why she is called the "lionhearted" by winning the next two sets 6-4, 6-2; she shook hands, walked unsteadily to the side of the court...
...Paris a factory burned, 8,000 lovely women were destroyed. Their smooth arms, shaped for the admiration of a great public, dwindled in flame, still clutching to bare bosoms a trail of cloth or towel; their dark or flaxen heads became lumps of strange matter that smoked and stewed and reeked; their carmine lips, half-parted, twisted for a while as if in a vain effort to breathe the fire, until, under the rapture of this last kiss, they closed forever. None escaped. They were wax models, destined for the windows of department stores, milliners, hairdressers...