LIAM T. Tilden was forty-eight in February and his hair Ís graying, r but he is lean and has only one chin. He owns a house in Philadelphia (which records in storage there, but he he has been trying to sell) and has three thousand phonograph feels that really the nearest thing he has to a home is a Lincoln Zephyr in which he has done more than twenty-one thousand miles since he bought it in January. does this passionately, and when his seventh birthday a couple of weeks He has just completed a four-month tennis tour in which he played seventy bridge, he gives up tennis. "The th matches. The other members of the greatest, person I've ever met is Mary Garden," Tilden said. "T' lot of bridge with her!
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