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LATE TURF NOTES
The right crowd backed ; Quibble in
the Hurdle Race, taking the short odds
of 2 to 1 at the death-knock. Solo-
mon, who- has been all along riding
Qúrbblé in bis work, had an easy ride
on the . son. of Projectile and Conun-
drum.
The race was ran in record time for
Belmont course, the fourteen and a
half furlongs' only faking 3:28. ,
"- Dori ^McDonald reckoned he had a
certainly with . Guardian, who rah
second but, as he said after ' the
race - " Pin satisfied. We - bumped
something altogether too warm, and
the time taken .-convinced me that this
thing, of '-Bolger's is something' out of"
the common." . v
,. At Helena Vale Quibble could not'
(get ,& "-drum" in, a *rmilfe*^aMd :. 'three^
quarter. huijrfïe ;xgc&£ /TÄft^!9.7^ön
básele. -* .^stéiiâây'*,w- was'^b\c&«Î astir!
he wèrè a second . Redleap-and 'the^it
was a. case -ol "good-bye." What a
wonderful difference in the short space
of a week ! ,
When Ted Burren says "Bet," "h»
seldom makes à mistake. He said
the magic word yesterday when he
sent Pin out in.the Flying Handicap
;and it^^was no race.
; Gunbarrel was whispered about yes-
terday morning as a good thing for
the Trial Stakes,. and when it was
seen that' Jack Flynn had the mount
on the brother to Gunstock,», the pub-
lic fell over each other to get on the
"moral." He ran like a dray horse
and ' failed to get a placel, as did the
fashionably-bred Tabasco, who started
favorite.
Hopeful gave nothing a chance in the
Galloway Handicap, winning from end
tobend. This is the mare who ran
last in the Trial Stakes at Helena
Vale yesterday "week with a pound less
on her back than she had yesterday.
Stewards ! *
Mir. Peter Dawson, of Dawson's
Whisky fame, was present at the Bel-
mont-meeting yesterday. "How many
pressmen are here to-day ?" he enquir-
ed of one of the members of the
Fourth Estate. " There are sevqn of
us/' responded a well-known ' Idaily
paper Turf -writer. "Then here's seven
sovereigns," quoth P.D. ; "put a pound
each' for the boys on whatever you
like in this race (it happened to be
the Galloway). A hurried consulta-
tion was held amongst the scribes',
and eventually BadeHble was se-
lected as the most profitable
investment. It missed.. Then {he. man
of barley appeared on the scene again.
"Try your luck once more, boys,"
and this time the assembled ink-sling-
ers voted Mando a good thing for the
last. Visions of new toques for their
several' missuses or bosses at the thea-
tre and oyster-suppérs for their best
girls floated before the eyes of the pen
wieMers as Mando appeared to be
coming through his field at the turn- ;
but alas ! he faded to nothing, and
the betting ticket with'"£40" written
on it was not worth its value in
cardboard.
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