St. Paul daily globe., 1892-06-19
The Great Event.


Inside the grounds there was one i'm
mense sea of faces of surgiug humanity
that filed every nook and corner. The
immense double-decked graDdstand,
reaching from the last furlOng pole to
distance well beyond the judges tower,
was damned. Here thousands of the
fair sex. dressed in magnificent toilets,
and decked in all the cOlOrS of the rain
bow, we're seated. apparently no less
anxious than their male escorts to wit
ness the great race, and they lent q
charm to the scene and presented
a picture such as is only seen
on the occasion of some similar event.
To the casual locker on it would appear
that some great city had emptied its
population into the enclosure surround
Ing the track. A Thanksgiving day
football game crowd could not begin to
compare with it. 1t would be like COM
pairing the living with the dead.
There is not the same action and liberty
to talk to anybody you happen to be
brought against, and to swear at any
time and anything. When the time for
starting the great race approached the
weather, which never ceased to threat
en-, was even more threatening. A
strong breeze blew directly across
the track with slight mist, which
made everything damp to the touch, and
the clouds threatened to pour down
their contents and spoil the carefully
raked and narrowed track. The rain
held off, however. much to the relief of
the multitude. 1t was estimated that
fully 10000 people were present at the
time for the starting Of the big event.
1t was exactly 4:20 p. m. when the
horses were sent to the post. The race
in detail IS as follow: There was
One Short Break
of about thirty yards. Raceland. PeSSara
and Russell falling to join the others.
They broke again before the timers flag
fell, LOcohatchee being the offender.
The jockeys were very anxious, despite
Starter Rowe's protest that he would
give them all fair chance. They made
two more breaks. At the next attempt,
the fifth, they got the flag, with Major
Domo leading. In the first furlOng
Russell ran up to the Majors heels.
The others were doing poorly. Loco
batchee was absolutely last. Domo was
a length in front of Russell.
Making the turn into the back
stretch both horses were under
a pull. There was no change in
the relative positions Of the leaders.
Half way down the back stretch Mon
taua and LOcOhatchee appeared to be
hopelessly out of it. They were full
twenty lengths behind Major D0mo and
Russell. About furlOng from the be-
ginning of the upper turn Garrison
drove Montana up to his field, and, get
ting an opening on the inner rail,
Marcus Daly's colOrs shot up into the
bunch. His hackers shouted, "There
goes Montana; look at him." An
instant later, however, they were
completely knocked out. Major
Domo opened gap of five
lengths on the upper turn. and his
hackers shouted wildly. Major Domo
from the bunch, followed by Lamp
lighter, and made play for the flying
Major. Lamley looked over his Shout
der. became alarmed and began to urge
the Major a trifie. Experienced turfmen
then knew that the Major had shot his
bolt. When well into
The Home Stretch
Montana, with Lamplighter at his side,
was coming up. A furlong from the
finish GarriSon's friends began to shout
encouraging words to the only Snapper.
They knew that Domo's chances were
gone, but they were somewhat worried
about Garrison and Lamplighter. A
dozen strides from the finish and it was
Moatana's race. Garrison was driving,
while Lamley and Bergen were whip
ping. Montana flashed by the judges,
winner of the great Suburban handi-
cap of 1892 head in front of Major
Domo. The vast assemblage gave their
lungs free play and shouted themselves
hoarse in doing honor to Garrison and
Montana.
Major Domo lasted long enough to
snatch the place from Lamp!ighter by
a head, Three lengths away came Poet