See below for suggested attire

It being a sodden day in the middle of October, I was on fall leave from Academy and, shall I say, just a scoche shy of jubilant to be back at my family’s estate in Connecticut. A trip into the city with the fellas originally topped my list of priorities for the week-long interim, but mother insisted that our annually hosted charity polo tournament mustn’t be missed. Tirelessly roaming the polo grounds with my hands sunk deep in my pockets, I attempted to amuse myself at the expense of our highly distinguished guests. But sadly, even my most snarky witticisms failed to rouse the corners of my lips. Thoughts of the goings-on in the Big Apple, what with risqué picture shows and unrivaled sloe gin fizzes, relentlessly kept me in the doldrums. Just as I had reverted back to my standard of swilling down the old “one-inch punch” (slyly combining the leftover nips of stray cocktails into one nauseating tonic), my seditious cousin, Sebastian, who religiously carried a flask of Old Forrester in his breast pocket, caught my attention and signaled for me to meet him behind the hedgerow of the picking garden, near the gardener’s quarters. After checking for the peering eyes of mother, I promptly ducked out of sight. Upon rendezvousing with my cousin, I quickly realized that there was a third member to our party. Sebastian introduced him simply as, “Herbert, a friend from school.” He was gaily attired—much more so than I—but appeared to be an upstanding young chap. No sooner than I judged him, he had produced three flasks from around the corner of the building and, emptying them one by one into a tumbler, mixed a concoction slightly rose in color. Accepting the glass, I prepared to imbibe the potion in one wary tilt of the head, when Herbert stopped me with an outstretched, finely manicured hand. He tucked the front of my polo into my trousers so as to expose my belt buckle, extended my collar upwards and with a nod, sent the surprisingly fruity mixture down my gullet. Grinning approvingly, my cousin proclaimed, “You have just been introduced to ‘The Fop.’”