Alice Marble, 26, the U.S. women's Number 1 in 1939.
Alice Marble, the U.S. women's No. 1 in 1939.Gjon Mili—Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images
Alice Marble, 26, the U.S. women's Number 1 in 1939.
A Vassar student waits to return a serve in 1937.
Private tennis court, Westhampton New York, 1972.
Rita Hayworth models tennis fashions in 1940.
Tennis players near Pasadena, California, in 1950.
Joan Crawford plays tennis in 1937 in California.
Bobby Riggs serves in 1938.
Tennis players, 1946.
Tennis veteran Florene Sutton shows the correct forehand motion to school children at a weekly clinic in 1950.
An aide hands Col. Fulgencio Batista, future president and dictator of Cuba, a tennis ball in 1938 Cuba.
National Tennis Championships at Forest Hills, New York, in 1954.
Alice Marble, the U.S. women's No. 1 in 1939.
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The Old Back and Forth: LIFE Plays Tennis

Jan 10, 2014

Big-time tennis appeals to all sorts of people for reasons as varied as the crowds that fill tennis stadiums in New York (rowdy), Paris (coolly critical) or Wimbledon (politely appreciative). Some people enjoy the simplicity of the sport. Some enjoy the human, immediately graspable physical scale of the court itself, while others — accomplished amateur players, for example, who know how hard it is to stay mentally tough and physically strong during a long match — stand in awe of how jaw-droppingly good the professionals really are.

Then there are those fans who thrill at the prospect of a singles final at center court — the tennis equivalent of a heavyweight title bout, but without all the split lips, swollen eyes, bloody noses and controversial, brawl-inducing decisions that boxing is heir to. The idea, after all, of two physically formidable combatants facing one another in an arena — surrounded by the immediate presence of several thousand riveted, vocal fans — has something almost primal about it: there will be a battle; the contestants are on their own; and at the end, there's only one winner.

And, of course, one loser. Tennis is after all, a pitiless sport.

But pitiless or not, it's also a sport that, every once in a while, is able to get people who ordinarily don't pay any attention at all to the ATP or the WTA quite frantically worked up about tournament seeds, court conditions, ball boys and ball girls, line judges' calls and Williams sisters' outfits and, as the quarters and the semis and finals approach, about the matches and the players themselves.

Here, as the Australian Open begins Down Under, offers a selection of photographs celebrating the sport: kids, adults, amateurs, professionals, men and women, all enjoying the singular pleasure of smacking the fur out of a yellow ball.

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