One day it was a sleepy country town of 13,000; the next, a buzzing metropolis of 45,000. Saratoga natives, accustomed to this change which occurs annually with the opening, for the month of August, of the oldest and most glamorous U. S. racetrack, did not allow themselves to become perturbed by it last week. Not so the sparrows which nest in the elm trees that shake like huge dark fans over Saratoga's Broadway. Disturbed by lights that burned all night, roused by bookmakers who on the street below kept up a shrill chatter until...
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