A tournament for the Monty Waterbury Cup, in Aiken, S.C., called to mind one of America’s greatest polo players and the evening he dined with Evelyn Nesbit.James “Monty” Waterbury was a 10-goal player and a finesse player, always composed, in perfect control of himself, his pony and his mallet. Playing with The Wanderers, he won polo’s first-ever U.S. Open in 1904. Evelyn Nesbit was a penniless but beautiful young girl from Pennsylvania who came to New York City at the age of 16, and began modeling for portrait painters, then photographers.
Word of her beauty spread, and she was besieged by suitors, young and handsome, old and wealthy. Among those who found Nesbit irresistible was the famed architect Stanford White. But on occasions when Evelyn sought to make White jealous (his attentions were not undivided), she would accept other invitations. In the second of her autobiographies, Prodigal Days (1934), she wrote of one such evening:
“I accepted a supper date with several young men from the Racquet Club – including Robert Collier, son of the publisher of Collier’s Weekly, and Monty Waterbury, the handsome young polo star. It took place in a private room at Rector’s, with a colored orchestra to entertain us. It was loads of fun. Young, more suited to my age than Stanford and his friends, these boys were full of the very dickens. They flattered me by competing for my attention in a gay, convivial fashion. Monty Waterbury sat me on a chair behind a screen, stood on a chair on the other side, and fed me blue points over the top.”
Nesbit eventually married a crazed and jealous millionaire named Harry K. Thaw, who, on June 25, 1906, murdered Stanford White with three shots to the face during a musical review on the roof of the old Madison Square Garden. And so Nesbit, White and Thaw entered the folklore of American crime.
Monty Waterbury, on the other hand, was destined for the Polo Hall of Fame; he is perhaps best remembered as a member of the “Big Four,” the U.S. team that posted five Westchester Cup victories over Great Britain between 1909 and 1914. In 1920, he died of a heart attack at the age of 45. Two years later, his friends and teammates played for the first Monty Waterbury Cup, at Meadow Brook Polo Club, in Westbury, Long Island.
I toast his memory, and that of his beautiful dinner companion, with virtual champagne and blue point oysters.