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SMASHES TBACK . RECORD.
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top hat. He finished third in a fine
burst of speed, and then returned to the
stand in regulation form for applause
and commendation.
Meantime Porin ran away from the
field until he reached the tenth jump.
And then, as if he was wound up for just
that distance. And then he quit. The
Little Horn showed why she is such a
formidable rival. She had just begun.
She challenged Melos, fought it out to
the stretch, and then carried the palm
home in a terrific burst.
More than passing . attention is due
the five and one-half furlong flat. It
was a match race, to try outj Lambert
Splane 's new purchase, Lindona. Uncle
Sam, owned by Stuart Preston, had
shown his heels to everything in the Car
olinas, and began to be regarded as in:
vincible. James Tufts has been making
his expenses on the winnings of Ma
ehese. So they lined these three up, and
let them go to it. They got a' lightning
start and clipped off the distance stride
for stride, so that before anyone realized
that an event had taken place Lasses had
run the dark horse over the line a foot
in the lead. The time given out was
one minute flat. No amount of protest
could change the timer or his time-piece.
Whether this extraordinary time is cor
rect or not, anyone could see that it was
a furious and remarkable run, and that
Splane has found him a travelling bit
of horseflesh.
Several new stables have come in since
Wednesday last, and the local owners
were agog to see how the thoroughbreds
from New Orleans would pan out. Ar
thur Rambo, of Zanesville, entered one
of his string in the four and one-half
furlong flat for amateur riders, with
Thomas up. He Avas pitted against Nat
Hurd on Preston's fast Abden, and
Marshall Hall on Nibbs' Dave Campbell.
Dave Campbell won in 59 seconds, but it
is no bad ugury for the newcomer that
fresh from the train he outran the great
Abden by half a length.
Another owner wintering . in the vil
lage and just arrived with three running
horses appeared in the lists in the mile
and one-sixteenth flat. This, was Charles
Chosewood from Atlanta. His bet was
on a good looking young chestnut geld
ing called Amazement, carrying 122
pounds in the shape of Hulcoat the
trainer. There were five in the run,
which developed not only into a furious
race but a pitched battle as well.
.Streaking out into a tandem, head to
heel all the way down the line, the bunch
sailed by the stand for the first time
with George Roach in the lead, with Dia
mond up. At that point Ray-O-Light,
Hall's horse, ridden by Wells, swelled
up even. And with spontaneous delight
the two. jockeys went to it, hammering
each other in best jousting style. It
didn't affect the race, which Ray-O-Light
finally won in 1.55 by a tongue more or
less, but it let the boys in. for some rough
talk by Fred Sh'reve, the starter, who
suspended them from the track and
issued a mandamus on the spot for them
to isiiow cause tne following morning be
oie ine stewards.
Burns rode Nat Hurd's Cliff Field for
a place, edging out Amazement and
Drawn, Tuft 's hope, on the last few
paces.
A spurt for guests was worked into
days running between bets in the trot
ting races. John Bachellor of Raleigh,
Count Otto Salm of New York, and
laeuteharit Corwin of East Orange took
the places in order on Kid . Nelson, Lu
cella, and Last Row. It was a three
eighth mile sprint nd took thirty-five
and four-fifths seconds;
J. C. Thomas has been prophesying
consistently for some time. His forecasts
have dealt with the forthcoming vic
tories to be credited to one travelling
black of his, entitled King Charlie. We
have beeen invited to just watch him
run, and then make a fortune. We
didn't make the fortune, but. we sure saw
the going. He took the first heat in the
Class A trotting event from Saretta
May, Bryant's best bet, held second in
the next round, with Smith's Fond Mem
ory in the 'van, and then vindicated all
prognostications in the final trip by
Pierce of Pittsburgh, Mr. and Mrs. N.
S. Hurd, Col. R. E. Swigert, Mrs.
Frank Butler, Lieut, and Mrs. A. H.
Corwin, Frank Kernan, Mrs. E. P.
Spencer, J. Bryan Alley, and Mrs. Wil
liam V. Hurd.
Summary :
Class A Trot.
HORSE OWNER RIDER
12 1 King Charlie Thomas Thomas
3 2 1 Fond Memory Smith Bryant
2 3 3 Saretta May Bryant Rogers
Time, 1:20, 1:16, 1:15.
Match Race 5 Furlongs.
1 Lindona Splane
2 Uncle Sam Preston
3 Machese J. Tufts
Time: 1 Minute.
Class B Pace
1 1 Gentry Dictator Thomas
2 2 Lucella Edan
3 3 MaudTero Bryant
Time: 1:074, 1:08.
Amateur Flat i1 Furlongs
1 Dave Campbell Nibbs
Lasses
Burns
Burns
Edan
Thomas
Rogers
Hall
fevJ; ... . .
leading the whole bunch home for first
money by a length of clear water. Fond
Memory took second money and Saretta
May thir d. '
It Avas Thomas' day in the trotting
business. His Gentry Dictator made . a
clean sweep of both courses in the Class
B pace, Lucella, Edan's youngster car
ried 'off the second purse from Maud
Tero, late Queen of the Track. The last
heat was as spirited an affair as we have
seen here. So much so that the stand
was inclined to dispute the judges' deci
sion as to who won. That Gentry Dicta
tor was passing into the van was patent
to all. But whether exactly at or be
fore or after the wire, was much disput
ed. The judges, needless to remark, were
right.
Following the races Mrs. Tufts enter
tained the members of the Jockey Club
and their guests in the club room, serving
coffee and sandwiches, cakes and ale to
a large company, including Miss Eliza
beth Chapin of New York, Miss Carolyn
Bogart of Elizabeth, Mr. and Mrs. T.
A. McGraw and Mr. and Mrs. L. D.
2 Sir Haste Rambo J.C.Thomas
3 Abden Preston Hurd
Time: 59.
1 1-16 Flat.
1 Ray-O-Light (116) Hall Wells
2 George Roach (112) Tufts Diamond
3 Cliff Field (122) Hurd Burns
4 Amazement (122) Chosewood Hulcoat
5 DraAvn (122) Tufts Yates
Guests' Heat
1 Kid Nelson Bachellor
2 Lucella Otto Salm
3 Last Row Lieut. Corwin
Steeple Chase
1 Little Horn (138) Hurd Burns
2 Melos (140) Nibbs Wells
3 Porin (134) Hurd Diamond
4 Me Adams (130) Houston Houston
Mrs. . Blinks ' ' Henry, were you ever
disappointed in love?"
Mr. Blinks "Never but once, my
dear. I was never in love but once."
ASSEMBLING SHOOTERS
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J. C. Kennedy, Chambersburg 79 20 99
John Ebberts, Buffalo 88 10 9S
A. H. Aber, Dravbsburg 94 4 9S
Frank Wright, Buffalo 95 3 98
Joe Jennings, Todmorton 92 5 97
B. V. Covert, Lockport 91 6 97
S. G. Vance, Tillsonburg 90 5 95
F. A. Seibert, New York 85 10 95
TREES
We are printing this issue a sugges
tion that throughout the country, and
specifically in his neighborhood, trees be
planted as a memorial to all our soldiers
that have fallen in the wrar, as the most
perfect and fitting possible tribute and
monument that could be made for them.
A movement of equal importance to
the National spirit has been inaugurated
by the New York Bird and Tree Club.
Everyone knows that in large sections of
France the Huns have razed not only
the immemorial forests, but hacked down
every shade tree, and every fruit tree.
The commercial loss to the Frenchman,
great as it is, is not equal to the anguish
of soul with which he views the total
mutilation of his ancestral landscape.
It is suggested that as simple and as
welcome a tribute as any American
could pay to France would be to replace
a tree in this blasted battle ground. So
this society has printed a beautiful and
appropriate mailing card, inscribed with
Joyce Kilmer's now classic poem, with
the further inscription:
"I am planting a Fruit Tree in Dev
astated France in Memory of our Heroes
who gave their Lives that the World
might be Free."
These cards sell for 25 cents. And
for every card sold tho society pledges
itself to plant a fruit tree in France.
Consequently, to get down to cases, if you
have any desire to plant a fruit tree in
France, send to Mrs. Robert A. Miller,
President, 17 West 45th street, an dbuy
as many of these artistic little cards as
you wish to plant trees. " Perhaps your
friends would like to have the poem and
the picture, and perhaps be equally glad
to knoAV of the opportunity. The poem,
now known all over the world, reads :
TREES
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against hte earth's sweet flowing breast,
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robbins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain,
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer, July 31, 1918