Those who lovetennis will play anytime and anywhere, at dawn or midnight, in rain or snow, onconcrete or quicksand. But for tennis at its best there is nothing like grasson a warm summer afternoon, It is a graceful game, yet it is filled withenergetic action involving motions that, only thinly disguised, can be seen onother fields in other seasons. This similarity, as well as the beauty of thegame, is revealed in the portfolio of color photographs on the next sevenpages. Following this, Bill Talbert shows you how to hit the most importantstroke in the game—the serve. Finally, Frank Deford presents a portrait of afamily that devotes its life to tennis: the Richeys of Dallas.
Slamming aforehand-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 racingback to retrieve a lob is, for the moment, Del Shofner reaching for a pass.
Framed by theboundaries of their arena, two players approach the net for a duel that will bewon, not by force, but by cunning. Seen through another eye, the fighters haveleft their corners, and now they stalk one another, each ready to land thefirst blow.
Stretching outfor this backhand, the player could be taking a throw from the shortstop.
On a basketballcourt, the leaping overhead is transposed into an effective jump shot.