Not to be outdone, Brothers II and Barnaby's, a pair of spirits establishments, brought in The Great Pretenders, masters of the ingenious craft of rock 'n' roll lip synching, and The Star Spangled Washboard Band, who wore clown masks and juggled tangerines.
"I just love this tournament," said Erik van Dillen one night at a lawn party outside the rambling white frame Eastern Slope Inn, which has an elevator with an iron gate. "It's so different from our every-week place."
And the town loved the players. Laver is a local boy now, having moved his tennis camp to nearby Waterville Valley. Rosewall kept flying in from his camp in Sugarbush, Vt. And finally Connors and Nastase, who seldom have been internationally ranked in punctuality, arrived in the middle of the week to set up the possibility of their long-awaited Vulgarity Final.
By that time the tournament was filling up those 8,200 seats every day until Saturday and Sunday, when overflow throngs watched from the straw-covered dirt hills surrounding the court.
"I hope there's no landslide," said Connors.
As it turned out, the only disaster was of Jimbo's own making. When it was over, Connors had wiped out yet another tournament field and was now champion of Forest Hills, Caesars Palace and North Conway, N.H.