"Let me have some Man O'War en casserole"
"I'll take Zev jardiniere"
"Give me a steak a la Earl Sande"
"Waiter! There's a horse shoe in my soup."
Incredible, of course, in any U. S. restaurant would be conversation such as the above. Yet the catching of wild horses undeniably is a U. S. industry, and many a wild horse, caught, corralled, transported and slaughter-housed, is packed into cans and sold as foodstuff. In this country, to be sure, only well-to-do dogs eat horsemeat. On the Continent, poor people consume it. In French and Belgian villages...