Of old we loosed the dogs of war, To whelm assailants with @ rush, But nowadays (see Zanzibar)
We fly the Sparrow and the Thrush.—World.
Racrxe men will be interested in' the following extract from a Penang paper Mr. Victor Carandini is having success with his. starting gate, and the W. I. 'T. C, are' entirely satisfied with its working at their meetings. At the recent Poona Sky "Meeting it worked very well. "Mr. Carandini himself was appointed the official starter, and on the last cly of the meeting the Secretary and one of the stewards also started tome of the races with equal success, thereby assuring themselves that anyone could start with the machine, Mr, Carandini had the following letter addressed to him by Captain W. ©. Ross, the Actin, Honorary Secretary of the W. I. 'T. 'C,, ant a certificate from such an authority on racing is of value August 1895.
Western India Turf: Club, Poona, 14th Carandini, Esq. Dear Carandini,—Your Starting " Machine has now been adopted for all the "races. at 'Bombay and Poona by the 'W. I. 'T. C., an it worked very satisfactorily for all the races at the'recent Sky*Meeting, with the exception of the'first two races, when some of the*horses: atid "boys'were a' bitshy of'it, never having seen it befor 'The'machine was easily*handled by natives, and-almost any one'could'do the starting: with' success.
(twas removed from post to post between the' races easily within the hour intervals,: tind the horses were inno case detained more than-a minute at the post.
T-think it isa most: excellent institution for India"where it is so hatd to get a'reliable "flag" starter, Acting Honorary Secretary, W.LT.C, cee Bikwey's Locic,—" He treated you with disdain, so to speak!" said the friendly counsel to a witness of Celtic origin who was rather dense. "*Sorrow a drop, yer anner. I wouldn't have tuk it from him though he had." 'I mean he ditin't treat you cour-teensly: "he though you rather beneath him?" "There was no traitin' at all. yer anner; basoides it was entirely the other way about -an' it's not a lie I'm telling' yez. 'He comes up to me an' he: sez: 'Barney O'Hallagan,.ye're -a low, mane, dirty bl an' 3, mur-derm' Oirish thave ov the world, an' I hope yelll be spared to be hanged." Wid that guys him one on the eye wid me fist, an' he guys mea kick wid his fut. We then gets into grips an' falls on the strate, but I was the wan onthe tap, yer anner, an' he was the win benaith me."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.