There were about 20,000 people in the quiet stands; a cold rain dripped from the smutty sky and early autumn mist closed in around Meadow Brook. Airplanes rose suddenly from invisible fields and flew low across the enormous billiard table of turf; a Scoreboard said "Argentine6; U. S.6." The gong sounded for the eighth chukker and two polo teams cantered in from the northeast corner of the field.
They stood motionless for a moment at the toss-in; then the eight ponies twisted and straightened their necks and the last period started. Two minutes later,...
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