Those who love
tennis will play anytime and anywhere, at dawn or midnight, in rain or snow, on
concrete or quicksand. But for tennis at its best there is nothing like grass
on a warm summer afternoon, It is a graceful game, yet it is filled with
energetic action involving motions that, only thinly disguised, can be seen on
other fields in other seasons. This similarity, as well as the beauty of the
game, is revealed in the portfolio of color photographs on the next seven
pages. Following this, Bill Talbert shows you how to hit the most important
stroke in the game—the serve. Finally, Frank Deford presents a portrait of a
family that devotes its life to tennis: the Richeys of Dallas.
forehand-or a single-requires a shift of weight, pivot and follow-through.
On another stage,
this running forehand volley would be a windup to bowling a strike.
The player racing
back to retrieve a lob is, for the moment, Del Shofner reaching for a pass.
Framed by the
boundaries of their arena, two players approach the net for a duel that will be
won, not by force, but by cunning. Seen through another eye, the fighters have
left their corners, and now they stalk one another, each ready to land the
for this backhand, the player could be taking a throw from the shortstop.
On a basketball
court, the leaping overhead is transposed into an effective jump shot.