Over two months ago an old man watched ship reporters interviewing celebrities on the deck of a boat. He himself was not annoyed by their yapping curiosity. When he stepped into the streets of Manhattan, he made no comments on the U. S. women, the tall buildings or the roaring subways but looked with intense interest at two large dappled-greys who were tugging a truck wagon along the cobbles of the waterfront avenue.
He, Maler Ludwig Koch of Austria, had been invited by the U. S. Polo Association, members of which had heard him spoken of...
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