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the wall to watch the success or discomfiture 

 of their friends and acquaintances. 



Worse still, rows of kodaks were also ready, 

 and did you wish to have a true picture of 

 what a fine rider you were in mid air, you had 

 but to walk down the Corso a few days later, 

 and there you might discover yourself in 

 some shop window, looking like a bundle of 

 old clothes, with coat-tails high behind and 

 hands high in front, and plenty of daylight 

 between you and the saddle. Lucky it was 

 if you were only snapshotted on your horse, 

 and not hiding behind the luncheon tent 

 buttoning the safety skirt of those days. 

 Nothing escaped those merciless kodaks. 



The first over the show wall were the 

 Master, hunt servants and hounds, followed 

 perhaps next by the British Ambassador, as 

 gallant and great a figure in the hunting-field 

 as he was in all other fields of life Lord 

 Dufferin ; then a medley of Italian officers in 

 their gay blue-and-black uniforms, sportsmen 

 in red coats or mufti, and women of all sorts 

 and shapes. Some would fly the wall, some 



