Viewing page 125 of 291

This transcription has been completed. Contact us with corrections.

match, which Miss Wynne won 8-6, thus making the finals. There was a half hour's intermission even during this set to allow a nasty drizzle to pour. That was only a starter. Gene Mako and Bromwich walked out to start their match, which was to be followed by Budge vs Wood, then Marble vs. Fabyan, when it began to rain again and hard this time. We sat there, only half protected by the umbrella, cold, wet and miserable as well as mad and disappointed. It was just uncertain enough to keep everybody guessing as to whether or not it really would clear. The sky would brighten a little and once the sun actually peeped out of a crack in the clouds for a minute or so; but the drizzle continued and we spent two hours of misery and frustration before the Committee finally called it off and let the crowd take rain checks. 

We stopped at the Commodore long enough for me to get a hot shower and change my wet clothes, the suit having been pressed this morning, and then took the New York Central for Bronxville. They live only a couple of hundred yards from the station in an old house with a big yard, not pretentious nor too well located but comfortable. Collis said it was a hangover from some real estate speculation he and his father had made, intending originally to build an apartment house there. Mrs. Bowers was attractive and cordial and soon a couple arrived, also for dinner, the Gingerichs, apparently old cronies of the Bowers. He was a tall, spare, hawk faced, red headed humorist in the coal business; his wife a bit heavy, dark and jolly. There was plenty of scotch and a lulu of a dinner cooked by the Bowers German cook whom they've had for eight years. The inevitable bridge game occupied the

Transcription Notes:
Reviewed