To the Squadron A Armory, Manhattan, last week resorted horsemen, steelmen, chewing-gum men, debutantes, dowagers, adventurers, grooms — they went there because it was the scene of the 39th annual show of the Horse Association of America, they went there to look upon some thoroughbreds.
At one end of the Armory had been erected an exact imitation, in lath, of the imperious porticos of George Washington's house in Virginia. In front of it, as the week went on, a thousand horses paraded, galloped, caracoled — black and grey, hunter and hackney,...
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