Pardon this final word as the magazine goes to press, but Trotwood is
gratified to see that subscriptions are pouring in from every corner of
the United States, from Canada and from Mexico. Far away Halifax, N.
S., sends a good list in the same mail with New Braunsfels, Southern
Texas.
I am indeed proud of this, for it is the work of my personal friends,
whose loyalty and friendship have no measure; who in the past have
sent me words of comfort and cheer, in my fight through the columns of
that great turf journal, “The Horse Review,” for what I conceived to
be clean living, clean thinking, clean racing and clean and hopeful
literature.
I have longed for this day when I might talk to my many friends
through the columns of my own publication, and in the department “With
Trotwood” I want to meet you often, and I want you to meet each other.
To my old tried and true friend, John C. Bauer, of the Chicago Horse
Review, whose firm and lasting friendship has helped to make life
pleasant, and whose sterling manhood and unfailing courtesy in the
twelve years that I was associated with the Horse Review, has endeared
him to me and given me greater faith in man, I extend my hearty and
sincere thanks for the unselfish way in which he has so cheerfully and
willingly helped in starting us down the track of literature toward
what promises to be a successful goal.
To my many other friends who have responded so liberally with their
dollars and who have been so free with their expressions of loyalty and
good will, I thank you one and all, and I wish that I could meet each
and every one of you, and with a hearty handshake tell you how much I
appreciate your friendship and your encouragement.
With my very best wishes and regards to all, I am sincerely yours,