The London season closed, last week, as Royalty and many another left for Scotland to shoot tens of thousands of grouse.
Everyone knows that hardly an Englishman thought of going all the way to Scotland after small game until the railway was developed during the past century. Thus there is something piquantly "nouveau" about the Scottish grouse season—an unproved, ephemeral event less than a century old.
In August "everyone goes to Scotland," and last week "everyone" included a more than usually thick sprinkling of potent Americans:...