The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1894-08-25

BurliDgame clubs In the grand stands and
the patch, and thousand more unlimited
but nevertheless appreciative visitors
from Monterey witnessed the races.
They got better runs for their money
than if they bad paid the price of admis-
sion to see professional riders. They saw
more spirit, more dash and vim and
vinegar than is ever displayed on any of
the regular tracks. Their eyes were
greeted with visions of loneliness. some of
it their own. and blaze OF color In dress
and trappings that was fairly
bewildering for moment. but
extremely pleasant against the green of
the foliage. There were dazzling whites
and vivid reds and that magnificent shade
of yellow known as primrose; there were
bright blues and the palest OF green's and
lilacs, and in the hot sunlight they seemed
to stand out. each distinctly, but blending
in a harmonious whole.
Every body who is anybody who could
possibly get here is at the Del Monte. 1t is
crowded TO the very roof. and the surplus
cannot be handled by the hotel at Pacific
Grove and those of Monterey.
The youth and beauty and chivalry of
California, the old boys and the young
bloods, ali are here. and all of them were
out TO the Tacecourse this afternoon. All
ihe morning the hotel was in state of
excitement The Office was crowded. the
corridors and staircases damned, and the
piaZzas given over to the young people and
the old fellows.
The blushing buds of this seasons
beauty We'd with the married bellies in the
attentions they iavished on the athletic
young clubmen. Their eyes flashed, their
vi oIa THAN IIoo
in encouragement to the riding youths to
ride their hardest And they smiled and
beamed to their hearts content as they
talked the ARREST small talk-the races.
nothing but the races.
To be in Del Monte was to be utterly
obllvious of the fact that there was any,
thing else in the world. The gubernato-
rial nomination in San Francisco was not
even considered.
Shortly after the noon hour there were
more arrivals from town, lunch was hastily
finished and everybody was ready for the
swell parade to the course. The sWagger-
est OF the swagger turnouts OF the visitors,
the SWEETEST Of the hotel rigs. and every
thing in Monterey with enough varnish
on it to make it pass muster was pressed
into the service. loaded down with beauties
and bloods whipped into line for the run
to the course.
Never before In the history of the beau.
tiful Del Monte was such scene wit
messed. The magnificent drives around
the hotel, in all the luxury of their sunlit
tropical environments, were crowded with
prancing steeds. well groomed and as Sleek
coated as fawDs. their fine nervous heads
tossing, their eyes flashing as they paved
the ground, impatient for the word TO 60,
: and beauty flowed from every exit Of the
% hotel and into each and every one of the
rigs on their way to the show. There were
=. fantares on the trumpets, impromptu glees
.. by the merry maldens on the coachtops,
the rafting of the metal on the harness,
all minging with the musical hum
OF conversation going on all around. It
made brave show to see the long line of
beauty-laden breaks and drags and tally
hos as they strung out over the mile of
road. some of it dusty, that separated the
hotel from the course.
Young Hobarts swell turnout was the
smartest thing on the road, and the Young
fellows on 1t we've lucky in being vis-s-yis
with so many really charming girls They
were fortunate. and they were rolled along
behind four as spirited chestnuts as you
ever saw together on any road.
Then came y. talbot clifton, guiding the
leaders in his four-in-hand in magnificent
form, the crowd on the roof being the
joliest of the jolly.
Following came the big black Stanford
coach wreathed in stringers Of ferns and
carnations festooned all around 1t. 1t was
minus a club whip, but that did not pre-
vent the occupants from being particularly
happy and giving vent to that happiness
In snatches from the latest popular hits.
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