Peking, Oct. 21, In other parts of the world October may be just the tenth month of the lunar year, but in Peking it means a golden haze on a dusty track, eager conte and chat, congratulations and condole: ees—-the Autumn Races, 'The world and his brother make a day of it—or rather three days and let him who finds horse flesh without appeal make no mention of the fact, lest he find himself persona non grata with a xeput Hon for being' non compels ment as well, It's out to Paomachang around noon, and then to tiffin at one of half 'a dozen homes which, for the ©ceasion, have opened their' doors to all friendly race-enthusiasts. " Captain and Mrs, MeCaulley of the Marine Guard, Captain and) Mrs. Worton of ditto, Mr. and Mrs, Sam Brown of National City Bank and 'Mr. and Mrs, W. W. Fowler were numbered anion' the hosts who Served succulent viands to appetites sharpened by anticipation of unprecedented winnings.
And then to the race grounds, transformed into another " Peking aggregate, where everyone knows everyone—if not before, then surely after collisions en route to the betting booths.
Ah, well! Them as has, gits. Mr. Wilden, French Minister to Eh crime away from the Champions mere $3,000.ahead. It is rumoured that his well-being was threatened when he was heard to remark that the prize should have been $5,000!
'And take the case of Lieut. C, C. Brown, assistant. American "Naval {ter winning two seconds and a first—totalling well over the thousand mark—his attractive wife was heard to remark sadly, "I haven't made a thing on any of' my two dollar bets!" Too, too bad!
Mr, Paul Jernigan, popular representative of the Standard Oil Company of New York, was much in demand to split tickets. "His luck fs famed in song and story around these parts. "But the pink slip that fle und we shared—to the tune of a dollar each—went the way. ofall our such. Mr. Jernigan regretted-—and departed to purchase blue slip this time, which netted the negligeable sim of some six hundred and seventy-odd dollars. eae during the winter season. If you leonid see your breath come out smoke, you'd understand that thi is no time to practice terpsichore i the open air, so you will gather at once that it is of the Grand Opening of the Wagon-Lits we shall speak. Correct, IL might have been on The Strand or Broadway, that ballroom of the Wagon-Lits." Post-war Strand Broadway, that is, when people and urses could afford guests that were reckoned by the dozens.
there was a cosmopolitan social touch which -might seem rather strange ina nightelub. "The leameradie of bumping into a charzé d'affaires, for instance, or of treading gaily'on the toes of a Minister, But what with the number of charge d'affaires and Ministers present, one or the other was inevitable.
very gay affair, all in all. Even the orchestra became so imbued with the spirit (no pun intended) fof the evening that it played on and on with no intervals between danees.
"Ili a bevy of no mean pulchritude it was impossible not to single out Mrs, Freedom, recently of Harbin, as the belle of the ball. She is staying in Peking for a short time, and then will go on to Shanghai Of her blonde Beauty, beware!
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