As the years between the wars began, America wasn’t yet the deciding factor in twentieth-century fame. Older countries still had their pride, and could prove it. They were bang up-to-date. Suzanne Lenglen was five times Wimbledon Singles Champion. If she had entered for the Olympic high jump she would have won that too. She wasn’t American, she was French. Anna Pavlova toured the world with her Dance of the Dying Swan. The swan died a thousand times to overwhelming applause. She wasn’t American, she was Russian. Dame Nellie Melba, no longer in her first youth but still energetic, made the world’s first radio broadcast. The toast named after her is still consumed to this day. She wasn’t American, she was Australian. And those were just some of the women among scores of women and men from various countries who all came to world prominence. Language was ceasing to be a barrier. News could be translated, and anyway in a new activity like international competitive tennis language scarcely mattered. Now that the possibility of leisure had been extended beyond the leisured class, the number of things someone could be famous for had increased.