The man on horseback, down through the ages, is set apart from the man on foot. A man in a car or in an airplane is, after all, merely a man devoid of the romantic feeling inspired by his horse. Perhaps the man, when mounted, takes on a little of the pride, courage, dependability, honesty, and competitive spirit of his good horse. The West was won by the man on horseback and the saddle clubs carry on this tradition. We saddle club people—men, women and children—ride for fun and not for business. Besides being with a horse, it is a pleasure to be with people with the same interests, resulting in one’s closest friendships. To compete good-naturedly with one’s friends is the best of sports. If one wins, it is of course fine. If he loses, it is still fine—if he tried hard and did his honest best. A poor sportsman is a poor horseman. While anyone can be a good winner, it takes a real sportsman to be a good loser.