If a New Yorker had a mind to, he could head a motor boat up the grey estuary of the Hudson, penetrate the U. S. to the foothills of the Rockies, explore a sizeable part of Canada, chug into all the states of the Mississippi Basin or touch the shores of Mexico. If he headed up the greasy East River or down the Bay, he could with little risk skirt the coasts to Labrador or Key West. And among the crowd which last week thronged the 27th Annual...
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