A soft, green, magic carpet was unrolled at the Meadow Brook Club, L. I., between squat wooden structures, blue as robin's eggs. Into the squat structures poured more men with monocles than ever before gathered in one place in the U. S. Many of them wore suede shoes; blue jackets with brass buttons, and nearly all of them soft grey felt hats. With them their ladies, gay in scarlet and gold, green and white. The squat structures were nearly saturated with rich men, sportsmen, society men and...
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