Cliff Sproule, Australia's new team manager replacing Harry Hopman, hopes to get his athletes back into the groove at Forest Hills. The Australians are loaded with talent, from Cooper and Fraser down to Queenslanders Mai Anderson and Roy Emerson, but they still haven't a big player to compare with Hoad or Rosewall.
Other internationalists expected to be on hand are Wimbledon semifinalist Sven Davidson of Sweden; mustachioed Dane Kurt Nielsen, winner of the U.S. Indoor title; Luis Ayala of Chile, who beat Ham Richardson at Wimbledon; Ramanathan Krishnan, the stouthearted Indian; Davies and Robert Wilson of England; Kosei Kamo of Japan; and Iyo Pimental of Venezuela. None of these is apt to win, but all will add to the excitement and testing qualities of the tournament.
Savitt, the stoop-shouldered oil man who covers the court like a big bear and has one of the best backcourt games in the world, probably is the player to beat for the U.S. title—unless he finds his work ties him to his Park Avenue office. Seixas at 34 is superbly conditioned and determined, a man who gets more out of his game than any other and is always a threat. Richardson, whose progress has been slowed by his studies as a Rhodes scholar at Oxford, is whipping into prime shape. The American in Paris, Budge Patty, will show his talents to the home folks for the first time in five years. Experience and court savvy may bring these campaigners through, but because they all have their future be hind them most attention will be focused on the game's new crop.
Who is the boy who is to rescue America's sagging tennis prestige and bring it back to its once-dominant position? Any day now such a personality will explode out of the green of Forest Hills' turf, and all are hoping this may be the year.
It may be Mike Green. This firm-jawed youth from Miami, now 20, reminds me a lot of Jack Kramer at the same stage. He has a fine game, but he has been erratic and unsure of himself. He found his game at Newport, erasing Roy Emerson of Australia and Don Dell, the conqueror of Cooper, to gain the semifinals—where he lost to Mike Davies, Britain's No. 1 player.
It may be Ronald Holmberg of Brooklyn. This towering youngster with flaxen hair has all the big weapons for greatness. He has the size and he has the power. And he has exceptional court sense. But he moves slowly and seems to have failed to catch fire. At Newport last month he played brilliantly, however, winning the first two sets from eventual winner Mike Davies before bowing.
It may be 17-year-old Earl Buchholz. Here is another teen-ager with great potential (see below). There are others, particularly Chuck McKinley, 16, who reminds me of Rosewall at the same age, and Chris Crawford, 18, who is loaded with strokes but must learn to hit them in.
When the young tennis men of America are measured these days there is inevitably the lame excuse: they haven't any bad losses. I'd like to see another answer at Forest Hills this year, and it would go something like this: they beat so-and-so. Let's accent the positive.