In the rarefied
air of horse show circles, where the occupants of the boxes are as carefully
groomed as those in the stalls, the undisputed queen for three-score years has
been Loula Long Combs, the fashionably dressed and serenely confident woman of
75 shown on the opposite page sitting in a hackney. The Combs name first
appeared as a winner in the American Horse Show blue book in 1902, but that was
in the saddle horse class. For the last two decades Loula Combs has
concentrated on hackneys and Hackney ponies. She now owns imposing numbers of
both. She owns an imposing number of championships too. She took her first
National blue ribbon back in 1913 and won at least one through 1952. Two weeks
ago a serious illness kept her out of the American Royal Horse Show for the
second time in 62 years, but even so her Hackney horses and ponies won four
blue ribbons and a passel of seconds, thirds and fourths.
Health or no,
Mrs. Combs is determined to be back in the ring at the Chicago International
this month, the last big show of the season. There, the woman who has become a
living legend in the horse show world will drive smartly around the ring in her
impeccable red-wheeled phaeton, her superb horses stepping in perfect rhythm, a
brace of Boston bull terriers at her side and a maroon-liveried footman sitting
stiffly behind her. It will be a stunning performance, and the spectators will
love it. They always have.
Loula Long Combs
fell in love with her first horse at the age of 2. Her mother and her sister
Sallie America could take horses or, preferably, leave them alone, but Loula
and her father, the late Robert Alexander Long, who made a fortune in lumber,
were incurable devotees.
When Loula Long
married at 36, it was on the condition that she continue to live at home and
raise horses. Her husband, Robert Pryor Combs, agreed and, as Mrs. Combs noted
once in her diary, "always maintained his sense of humor even when referred
to as 'Mr. Loula Long Combs.' " Home was a 97-room house in Kansas City.
The Longs owned a string of the most beautiful show horses in the country which
Mrs. Combs showed all week except on Sundays when the family gathered around
one of the three golden organs while Combs played hymns at her father's
request. In recent years Combs has been bedridden with Parkinson's disease, but
he has continued to encourage his wife to enter shows.
After her
father's death, the house was left to Kansas City for a museum, and Mrs. Combs
has never been back to it since. Today her base of operations is a magnificent
2,000-acre estate called Longview Farms, 25 miles outside of the city. She
breakfasts at 6:45 with the dogs (eggs, tea with lemon for her; milk and graham
crackers for the dogs). Then at 8:30 she heads down to her two vast stables
(one for harness, the other for saddle horses) where she spends the morning
looking after her horses, training them and sometimes pampering them
outrageously.
After lunch with
her husband on the sun porch, Mrs. Combs walks around Longview for an hour,
keeping a managerial eye on the 250 acres of beautifully clipped lawns, the
extensive flower beds and four greenhouses from which fresh carnations and
gardenias are shipped daily, thus helping out with the heavy taxes on the
place.
The heart of
Longview is the tack room, an immaculate sanctuary where gleaming harness hang
astride polished brass brackets, and row upon row of blue ribbons are reflected
in shelves of silver cups and trays. There are also a carriage room that still
houses a dozen rigs, a blacksmith and carpenter shops, an indoor driving arena,
a half-mile track, a clubhouse that seats 1,000, an extensive dairy farm and 42
modern buildings that house the families who work on the estate.
The mistress of
Longview has strong and compassionate opinions on horses. Good Hackneys, which
occasionally bring $25,000, are simply retired when they reach their peak.
"A horse," she says, "who is used to blue ribbons gets morose when
reduced to taking a red. I can't do it to him." When Hackneys die, they are
buried in Longview's private horse cemetery overlooking the wide prairie. The
only exception is Revelation, Loula's greatest horse, who is buried in front of
the harness stable underneath a granite monument embedded with a relief of
himself.
Loula Long Combs
regards herself today as the last in a grand succession of those who truly
enjoyed "the greatest of all sports." Among her eminent predecessors
were Alice Dodsworth and Isabelle Wanamaker. Women today, she believes, are so
used to superficialities that they have forgotten how to be honest, and this
has affected their horsemanship. "I have seen beautiful women with
beautiful horses fail to win," she said recently, "because they thought
more of personal applause than they did of their horses. After 60 years I still
get nervous each time I enter a ring. I still catch my breath at the sight of a
blue coming toward me, and I suspect I will for the next 25, God
willing."