The War on the Tennis Court

Under 'Letters from the People' there is published this week a communication from the Kennewick Tennis Club. The reader will note that next to its extreme brevity its outstanding characteristic is its lofty sarcasm. The editor can’t play tennis, but for more than two years he contributed his regular monthly dues to help keep up the court for the benefit of those who could play. The editor’s tennis playing is neither here nor there, but this communication contains a striking illustration of a common weakness of man. So many of us are making of our lives mere excuses, cherishing the false hope that we will win out in the end, not because of what we are, but because the other fellow isn’t. The writer of the communication is probably right—the editor might not swing a racquet or a hoe. But when accounts are checked up to see who rendered full service to his country, the shortcomings of the editor will not be credits for the Tennis Club. If it is true that the editor hasn't made good at tennis, it is only one more reason why those who have made good at tennis should turn their hands to helping Uncle Sam feed himself and the editor.