Racing at Newmarket: Cesarewitch and Cambridgeshire Newmarket is a good many' thousand miles from Shanghai but, somehow, one sees the same old feces there as at the Race Club or at Kiangwan, Strolling into the members' private stand on the Cesarewiteh day the first friend £ met was one of the finest amateur riders who ver drove a China pony first Past, the post.
"C.R.B." looked fit and well. This may have been because he just miseed the "war" round Shanghai, for he started for Home, as he told me, a few days before the outbreak, Shortly after this first meeting another equally well-known racing man erossed my path. The rose jacket of Mr. H. B, Morris is becoming fairly familiar in England. Tes owner looks og ever the embodiment of youth. He preserves, too that} child-like smile, and the bland (not ¥J.0.P.") innocent expression which must have been worth much to him through a not uneventful. career, Let us hope for the sake of racing in Shanghai that English courses may not become too attract Newmarket, as everybody knows who cares, is the finest race course in England or in any other country, In the ordinary sense of the word it is not a race course but a wide open expanse of the finest galloping ground in the world. There is room for half-a-dozen ordinary race courses in addition to the; steeplechase course Newmarket already has. Compared to Sandown, Kempton Park, or even Newbury, Newmarket is a long-lived aristocrat.
As far back as the time of James I cur forefathers foreathered there tw hawk and course as well as to) vue, It was while returning fror Newmarket to London in 1683 that Charles IT narrowly escaped assassination, The Rye House. plot—the Rye House being an Isolated house on the London roud near Hoddesdon in Hertfordshire—only just failed.
Of the race for the Cesarewiteh itself little need be added to wha the daily press has already given. How many horses wore steadily backed it is, of course, impossible t say. But quite a number must have been, judging by the odds "the ving" were prepared to offer.
The Final Test During the race the writer hapened to be standing with the owner of lust year's winner, Rose Prince. To the very last, there is no harm in saying, he was supremely con fident. But if the amount of bravely suppressed. emotion "which Me.... exhibited is any criterion of the feelings of the owner of a previous winner of (a big race when trying again, may the writer never own one. ' Though the owner of Ross Prince was confident almost till half-asmile from home the ring evidently was At the last moment while watching with our glasses for the: field to pass the gap in the "ditch" 4 friend joined us to whisper to Mr. Me... that he had just taken 25, 22 and 20 to 1 about Rose Prince.
As the long line of 34 horses came under dorer observation just before the "Bushes" there seemed not much in it. The ring as usual Vegan shouting one name or another aay the ultimate winner. Jazz Band, then Bolet Satan, then Spithead, all had their t Bolet Sato certainly looked the winner as they swept down into the "Dip". Bu: as the leading horses faced that final test of sheer stamina and kammon, the hill wut of the dip, there was only one horse in it and that was the 100 to 1 chance, Chavley's Mount.
Solve Seacan Mot Ghartey's ataunt to gave the bookmakers a real turn, day. Moreover, racing for once took second place to polities. No cone who has been in England during the' last election is likely easily to forget it,, 'The actual issue finally became' "Constitutionalism verses Communism. And for Communism, however camouflaged under the name of Socialism, this country has shown by an enormous majority it has no use.
In the paddock at Newmarket huge' board was-kept going all the time upon which the ever-varying results of the various party losses and gains were clearly indicated. People stood breathless, race-card in hand, trying hard to see if Mr. Ramsay MacDonald was in or out. The next moment the number went up for the "Cambridgeshire" and temporarily all Interest centred on the racing.
The crowd round the saddling paddock must have included most of the well-known racegoers and owners in England, As we stood watching each horse being brought in and ticking off the number on the eard we were three deep all round the saddling enclosure, It is always pleasant to see one' fancy looking well just before the race." The writer, thanks to a {lend in the stables, was on Dumas to a small amount but at a good He finished fifth and we}
Other: horses that caught the eye among the 27 being led round were Moabite, 'a brown by Phalaris, a big. powerful, well-bred looking horse from Lambton's stable. Aniethystine was an-Jother. Diophon, a Derby horse well enough bred for anything, Grand Parade, was looking none too we Mr. Sol Joel's Pasha, another big upstanding horse by Syndrian, who many food judges thought could win under Gst, 1ilb., looked for all] the world as if he might. That he did not win may have been owing to mishap at the post where he was kicked when drawn up behind the starting-gate.
But the pick of the basket for quality was Twelve Pointer. He! Teoked, as hie is, class all over and: one ought fo have backed him on. that alone. Also the owner made one of his somewhat rare visits to race-course to see him run, fa lady remarked after the race: "Horses can't be so expensive for him after all. I'm sure Duchesses are far more 80."
The course on the day of the race was unusually heavy. A. very observant and respected amateur! trainer remarked to the writer as the saddling bell rang, "You can't. get away from a horse of that class. The going is heavier than I've ever known it and your 7 stone horse will have an advantage there. But when it comes to the "Bushes" and the run home up the hill, give me class. Within reason I don't care what the weight is."
As all the world knows Twelve Pointer won under St. 121b. and to we done this on such a course lamps him as a very game, high-class, weight-carr; 'AS to the race itself from the ime horses and colours were distinguishable there was as I read the race only one in it. 'Twelve Pointer was drawn on the far side of tie course, said on the Cambridgeshire day to be the driest way home, Carslake let him sail along and xcemed to be in front most of the way. The race was won as the! horses came out of the 'Dip' and Twelve Pointer ran gamely home. This time there was loud cheering for the winner. The money taken out of the ring may have recovered sume ut any rate of that lost when Charley's Mount came sailing home for the Cesarewitel, For once the win was greeted almost with silence. The Aga Khan, was there, but inno sense was if a popular victory
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