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Polo, Anyone?

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There was a "first chukker" match early in the day, a thing for some of the society players to get out on the ponies. Five hours later, guys were still wearing their brown leather knee boots, tight white pants, and jerseys while walking around the tent.

This one guy, he said to a blonde in a white dress, "I missed a couple shots. I said, 'Oh, whatever.' ''

"In the grand scheme of things, it seemed okay," she said.

"Oh yes, yes."

In front of the tent, there was a guy with blond hair, cut short in the back, longer in the front. He was wearing his riding outfit. Smiles, shades on.

Snap, snap, went the society photographers. You wondered if Tom and Nick and Daisy all did this in "Gatsby," or whether it just seemed like they should have.

Somehow it got late. The shadows were coming on. People were leaving the Ambassadors' tent.

Dustee Tucker floated by again: "The champagne is free-flowing and the . . . "

She wore her shades, the ones with the light brown tint.

The catering people put up the food. Thwack , somebody hit the ball.

"BLWOUYD HE REALLY HIT ADKHERSLL THANK YOU FOR COMING," said the announcer.

So a seat now, a seat please, just a minute. Perhaps one more champagne, something refreshing? Thank you. Thank you. Just a moment here. We just watched the ponies run on the grass, late in the afternoon, the shadows coming on. Yes. Yes.

Wasn't it lovely?

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