Little horses, nervy and debonair, clipping the turf with pointed hoofs, mallets whacking, riders shouldering, wheeling, while young Royalty looks on. At Meadow Brook, the background is grass; at the Wanamaker Art Gallery, Manhattan, it is canvas. An exhibit of Poloiana has opened there. A wooden pony, smartly blanketed, stands at the end of the gallery—a silent symbol of the stable. The room is rigged with saddles, flags, balls, mallets; scenes of the game and portraits of dead and living players cover the walls. A painted Prince, losing in the work of...
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