Many tennis clubs, many organizations that are not tennis clubs and many individuals have taken the APTA's advice. Iowa's Grinnell College has two courts, and so has Hotchkiss in Lakeville, Conn. The West Side Tennis Club in metropolitan Forest Hills, N.Y. has two courts and so does the rural Merion Cricket Club. A private devotee has built himself a court on the edge of a cliff in a location well-calculated to make his opponents air sick as they aim serves toward what appears to be empty space.
Those who have played on these and other courts range, on the male side, from Don Budge and Bill Talbert to Pollster George Gallup and Artist Eldridge King, who drew the pictures on these pages. The spectrum among the women is equally wide. Each year there are increasing numbers of special tournaments: father-son tournaments, father-daughter tournaments, mother-daughter tournaments, and extra-special ones called scrambles (all-male tournaments in which good players are carefully paired with those not so proficient, so that all can have a go at the trophy) and "jambles" (tournaments in which the better men players are paired with the worse women, and vice versa, again in the interest of evening the odds).
According to the APTA, an organization of 70 platform-tennis clubs, there are now close to 25,000 people who play the game without regard to snow, sleet, storm, rain nor dark of night (many courts are floodlit with 1,500-watt lamps). In fair weather and foul, from October to April, when tennis players, skiers, ice skaters and golfers are fretting and fuming because there is not enough snow or too much of it, because it is too cold or too warm, because it is too hot or too dry, these platform tennis enthusiasts are happily crying "Take it!" "Mine!" or "Let it go!" "It circulates the blood, improves the breathing and whets the appetite," asserts one platform-happy fan. "It gives you," says another, "something to worry about all winter."