Washington, B.C. is a blasé and socially jaded city where almost anything can happen without drawing a crowd. But even Washingtonians were impressed one blazing afternoon last week by a pastoral scene near suburban Olney, across the District line in Maryland. The throb of hooves on turf, the click of mallets on willow root balls, and the clink of ice in highball glasses were enough to identify the occasion as a polo match, but the diplomatic license tags and the Caddies and Jags that outlined the field indicated that it was of...
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