Nah & Gut

Today, the focus was on the ladies, who were performing their acrobatic feats in a magnificent hall on the first floor. Don’t believe that women chess players are more peacefully inclined than the gentlemen in the Winter Garden! On the contrary! But their male colleagues don’t come here to have a bit on the side. Nor do people come to see Miss Vera [Menchik] pluck her ninth victim like a poulterer his chickens. No, they come to spy on more risqué matters. Do you see Marquis Rosselli del Turco there, how he attends to signorina Benini? He doesn’t leave her side. And do you see the Swede over there, captain Ståhlberg, whose gaze caresses one of the Polish women players? People whisper about wedding plans. And there stands Sonja Graf with the latest masculine couture. Today she is unapproachable, and walks about with a warlike air. She’s bitter, because on Saturday afternoon Dr. Euwe danced the matinée with Miss Vera. Playing a game with her, „nah gut” (well, okay), but dancing!!! But what’s that? Are we in a sanatorium? There goes a lady with a sign on her back. What does it say? Please don’t touch my back. And in no less than three languages: Swedish, English, and German. It’s Mrs. O’Shannon, who has lumbago! De Telegraaf, Wednesday, August 11, 1937, p. 5.