All of her play has been done abroad,. and those American tennis followers who lifted her to a place on a pedestal have had to follow the performances of their heroine in the cable dispatches.
As an observer of sports cham pions of all sorts, and for many years, Mrs. Moody is the only one 1 have ever seen who apparently does mot know how to lose. Most champions have a spark that makes them want to go down fighting. "Ruth al~ ways swung three times, Dempsey always got off the floor. Glenna Collett always sank that last putt, Perhaps Mrs, Moody has won so much that she has never had time to learn how to lose. Perhaps those of us who never have been champions can't understand the call in seeing another toasted in victory. Certainly no champion in history was as all-conquering, as invulnerable, as was Mrs, Moody during her golden years. Year after year she swept through all opposition without the loss of even a set. It made news when she lost game.
(Now, in the twilight of her career, she obviously finds it hard to walk out on a court knowing that she has no more than an even chance of victory. Most champions ask no more of the gods than a 50-50 break. Mrs. Moody, it seems, is happy only when the scales of chance are dipped much heavier toward her.
Such an attitude protects her marks in the cold, impersonal type of the record book; no doubt about that, But if I were she I would rather have a place in the hearts of tennis players than a place in a record book. After all, you can buy those'record books for 50 cents a throw,—United Pres
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