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nnn ( hr Kapron's for Do o Mntrh At the ftrat game of p°i° played m Atlanta, which was an
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matrons formed a tally-ho party, and wore badges which designated their official capacity as sponsors and chaperons for Atlanta’s team. From left to right,
above, these are Mrs. William Jenkins, Mrs. Frank Winecoff, Mrs. Frank Freeman, chaperons; below, Misses Rebie Wilkins, Tommie Hancock, Mert Hancock
and Louise Bradbury, sponsors.
W ELL, the polo match last Wed
nesday at Fort McPherson
demonstrated one thing—a polo
tournament here would be eagerly
welcomed by us all. Just how eager
Atlanta is for new thrills was amply
demonstrated. The heat was awful,
and the clouds were threatening a
downpour, but the pretty parade
ground at the post simply swarmed
with pretty women and girls In their
very' smartest afternoon toilets. And.
too, there were as many or more men,
all keenly interested in the game and
enthusiastic over its introduction in
to the calendar of sports for Atlanta.
The match was not so very excit
ing, I think, because of several
untoward accidents and absences of
players and such drawbacks natural
to an initial game, which I am told
would not occur at a second match.
But the fact that the players were
not up to the best in the country,
did not matter to the merry throng
which laughed and chatted and visited
and watched the players and listened
to the band, and admired the horses,
and each other (or pretended to).
I saw Jots of well known women
1 there. And practically all the girls
left in town were out to see the
sights and animatedly discussed the
possibility of a ladies' polo team.
Mary Allgood Jones, who Is just
home from a stay in Europe, was one
of the very interested spectators, of
course. She Is a fine horsewoman
and I venture to say that she will
be the first to join the ladies' team
it one is formed. Mrs. John Hill was
there, also, and was one of the most
Preston Arkw r right and Mrs. George
Howard, w r ho w^atched the game from
their automobile; Mr. and Mrs. Robert
Maddox, Mr. and Mrs. Wilmer Moore
Mr. and Mrs. Clark Howell, Mr. and
Mrs. Ronald Ransome, Mrs. Roy Col
lier, Mr. and Mrs. Tom Meador, Mrs.
Spencer Atkinson and her guest, Miss
Harrison, of Brunswick; Mrs. Fred
Watson, a charming newcomer to
Atlanta, who was in the automobile
with Miss Gladys LeVln and Joe
Brown Connally.
There were many of the young set
there—Jeannette Lowndes, Louise Ri
ley, Marion Acheson, Ruth Stallings,
Marion Goldsmith. Helen Thorn, Eliz
abeth Dunson, Cyril Smith. Miss La
mar Jeter, Alexa Stirling, Mrs. Fran
cis Jones, Wyolene Purtell, Rebie
Wilkins, Tommie Hancock, Mert
Hancock, Louise Bradley, Mrs. Frank
Freeman, Mrs. Frank Winecoff and
Mrs. William Jenkins.
"With the nattily clad men about
town and the army people it made a
' fine company and representative of
all sets of the social w T orld. Every
body was delighted with the taste
they got of polo, and I think I have
enthusiastic spectators of the game.
Mrs. Hill is one of the skillful riders
of the city and has already practiced
polo to a certain extent.
Jessie McKee and her younger sis
ter, Margaret, who both ride exceed
ingly well and are very fond of horses,
discussed excitedly on polo to their
friends. Miss Jessie returned a few
days ago from the continent. She
has been at school near Paris for a
year.
Miss Jennie Mobley, who attended
the polo tournament at Piping Rock
this summer, smilingly admitted that
the playing was not exactly up to
the mark set by those famous play
ers—“as yet,” she added with loyal
prophecy of Atlanta’s future develop
ment in the sport of kings.
In fact the most important feature
of this try-out game was the at
tendance. The large crowd of people
—quite the largest I ever saw at Fort
McPherson—clearly demonstrated
what support a polo team of Atlanta
players would receive.
I could only note a few' individuals,
of course, in that large company,
but among those I saw were Mrs.
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them all wdth me in the hope that
Atlanta will soon develop a polo team
of its own. and that the polo tourna
ment wdll become an annual event.
O V a. Piedmont Avenue car, the
other day, a very pretty girl j
sat demurely cn a front seat. |
She w f as dressed in white, w r ore a
red flowered hat, and her red silk
parasol leaned against her whit3 j
skirt.
A young man, w ho chanced to be j
on the car, was vastly impressed.
He wrote a little note, and as he
walked by her, he dropped it in the j
girl’s lap. She, seemingly indignan:,
brushed the note off her lap, and
never glanced once in the direction;
of her (then) dejected admirer.
When she got off at the corner, the
young man took her seat, and search-
Lout: a silken petticoat.
Or may be it was lawn.
With ribbon$ running through the
flounce
As rosy as the dawn.
A darling, dainty petticoat,
A fluff and frosty lace,
With dear, delicious satin bows
To keep the frills in place.
Lost: Louisa 1 s petticoat.
That rippled round her feet,
ind gave a tantalising glimpse
Of slender ankles neat,
ind flashing buckles on the toes
Of slippers trim and small.
Vor since the narrow skirts came in
She wears it not at all.
per, and was very nuch puzzled a:
not finding it. 1* he had seen the
girl after she arrived home ne
wouldn’t have been so puzzled. For
the girl, with suspicious dexterity,
had swept the note into her red para
sol, instead of on the fioor, and there
she fofand it when no one was around
to see.
The note read, ‘‘Call Bob,” giving
“Bob’s” telephone number, of course.
Did she call “Bob?” You know she
did. What girl could Tesist such a
temptation? “Bob” produced cre
dentials forthwith, in the shape of
a mutual acquaintance, and the girl
tells me she has five engagements
, this week with “_Job.” So you sea.
A LL of which reminds me of a
true story, which we will call
th© “Story of the Debutante
and the Cow.” The girl of the story
was either a debutante or a near-
debutante, it is hard to tell which in
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