The Washington times., 1934-09-28

USED In lLS
English form)
to American
sunshine. 49,.
He did get Helen Essary
thoroughly drenched IN the
shower that burst upon the
Women's international Golf
Tournament. When man as
big as Sir Ronald gets wet,
the dampness is noticeable, and
. must be correspondingly un'
comfortable.
So, as unostentatiously as he
could under the circumstances,
Sir Ronald called for his car.
1.-THE British Ambassadors
car! The British Ambassar
doris car! Thank you, sir"
And Sir Ronald took his
handsome self away.
Col. pat" Day, Arthur Wig
gin, Captain Dewar, Capt.
Mark-Wardlaw and most OF
the embassy staff remained at
the club and looked proudly
after the English golfers.
Every summer costume that
had been taken out of the back
of the closet for this occasion
by the sporting spectators" got
wet. Really wet, and chung
here and there to the bigger
with complete frankness. Per-
manent waves went quite klnky
on heads that wanted them
gently slick.
We forgot to wear low heeled
shoes. So we were not allowed
to set foot near the course to
follow the players until Bill Mer-
edith produced a pair Of mems
tennis. shoes from the locker
room, Mrs. John Lewis Smith
had an extra badge. With Col.
Jim Hayes, down from New
Jersey where he is something
quite special with the Standard
Oil Company. we at last went
sloshing about with the rest OF
the gallery.
AS a golfer we are IS kinds OF
Q dub. In fact We didn't know
as much about yesterdays
game as the nervous squirrel
who got trapped by the crowd
ancircling the eighteenth hole.
However and when the storm
ended, the sky came out blue
and innocent after its shower
bath. it was great fun to watch
the crowd, to walk out over the
thick green grass and respect
fI1llv admire the skill OF the
PLAYERS (even if the borrowed
tennis shoes did rub two holeS Ill
our new fall stockingsO
If you want to be thrilled by
Workmanship, grace. courage
and skill-go to the last game
Of the Mexican-Army polo series
an Sunday. It doesn't matter II
the success of the series Is al,
ready decided. The game WILL
be good to see.
Polo is the most picturesque
way of chasing a ball ABOUT
snort has vet contrived. Charg'
Ing up and down the field
HH1.sn aod rider a single entity
with eyes alert, muscles tense
and ready to spring, polo play"
ers are modern Centaurs.
Both the Mexicans and Amer
leans ride like young demons.
Even if the Mexicans have
been unsuccessful, they play
with an intensity that gives
the game a dramatic quality.
On our way to the polo field
We dismissed our cab too soon.
walked miles to the opposite
side of the field. The Marine
Band was playing and we
stepped out to the music like
circus horses.
Along the way hundreds
without tickets lined the bar
riers to the field. Sat on tops
of parked automobiles, or were
driven about, standing on the
seats Of roadsterS.
In the grandstands were new
and old celebrities, sometimes
hand in hand for variety or
confidence.
Young Mexico, olive-skinned
and red-lipped beneath dashing
hats (the feminine half smiled
when Captains Gracia or Nava
made a goal. Looking big
eyed and mournful when Cap
tains Davis or Read sent a ball
between the goal posts.
The last chukkers were hard
fought. When the players
swept close to the stand, Ameri-
can teeth were gritted and Mex
lean voices were vehement. The
crowd was still excited and
stood to see each remote play.
Behind the stand the setting
sun made a wide red path over
the waters of the Potomac.