The sun., 1895-05-16
H0RNPIPE'S LIVELY DANCE.
THE LITTLE FoUR-YEAR-oLD Wrys
THE BROOKLYN HANDICAP.

hPet pF. Ntce, ana otncr Turf Idols
Shattered by u SO to L Chanco-Tweuty
Thousand Persons Brave the Cold and
the Threatening Weather to See the
Race-Lnzzarone Was Bottles.up Good
Thing that just Failed to Como Of
Plenty OF observation-disclosures Takes
the Expectation stakes-The Other Races
Twenty thousand persons saw the four.ycar-
old colt Hornpipo. owned by tho Messrs James
X. and Foxhall p. Keenc. win the Brooklyn
Handicap at Gravesend yesterday afternoon,
vanquishing a field of eleven horses and lower.
ing the colors of the best performers of which
the American turf can boast Turf honors have
fallen thickly upon the Messrs. Keene. their colt
Foxhall triumphing over some of tho mghtiest
thoroughbreds on tho Continent in the race
for the Grand Prix dc Paris and the Cam bridge
shire few years ago. while at home here, DOM
fno the greatest two-year-o of his year, won
in 1903 the Futurity and other stakes that az.
Eregated almost quarter Of n million dollars.
The sensation of winning great turf events, there
fore, Ia no new one to the financier and his son.
but 1t is doubtful whether the victory of any of
his other horses in former years brought moro
pleasure to the firm than did that OF the son Of
imported Mr.. Pickwick and Round Dance a
Gravesend yesterday.
1t was the first of the great races of the year,
the first of the big turf fixtures to be contested
for under the new era upon which the turf has
entered, and there was something moro than
the mere monetary value involved. The victor
was not considered dangerous by the large ma
jorty of those who make study of the form
displayed by race horses. and it was mighty
surprise for the turf oracles when Hamilton
shot out of the bunch in the homestretch and
began a mastery ride for victory. He was not
classed with Sir Walter. Ramapo, DIR. Rice. or
Rev oil Santa A pitn but NV hc how
down upon them, and finally only Lazzarone.
an outsider like himself. stood between
him and victory. half dozen strides
carried him up to the leader. and when tho
dusky Hamilton shook his whip at the stout
little bay four-year-old the blood of the grand
son of Hermit asserted itself. and he won by
neck Lazzarone beat Sir Walter length and
half while the three-year- Counter Tenor
was fourth. The vaunted idols of turfdom. DIR.
Rice and Ramapo, were both beaten at the end
OF seven furlongs, and the thousands who had
wagered their money on them marveled at their
blindness when it was too late to save anything
out of the wreck.
Anybody that sat down in cold blood and
looked over tho records of tho various horses
that started could not have passed Iornpipe
idly by. He was very favorably treated by tho
Handicapped. having beaten Dobbins at equal
weights last spring. and vanqulshed Rey ell
a
ling two-year-old in 1893. he was very little
short of Domino and Dobbns's class. and. whilo
he ran very poorly last autumn, he had shown
well enough in the spring to be worthy of close
consideration. But there was as good as so to
l against him, and, while none of the real smart
division aIcied him to any great extent. many
of those who only go to race track at odd inter-
walls remembered his form at two years old and
played him all three ways.
N,1,~ C..I
OF the race. The best horse at the weight won
and tho second best horse at the weight was
second. Sir Walter! Well. Sir Walter proved
himself once moro the most gallant Of all our
thoroughbreds and he shone above the heavy
weights as the star in grand opera does above a
member of the chorus. He carried his 124
pounds like the little hero that he Is and there
was no time when he was not in the thickest of
the fight Doggett, his rider, was i'll and
could not do his mount full justice, but nobody
could have won with the horse as he was simply
overmatched at the weights by pair of four
year-olds that had been overlooked in a meas
ure Them too. the track suited IIornpipe and
Lazzarone, and the admirers of Sir Walter may
claim with every show of Justice that their
favorite would have appeared to better advan-
taee on n course thick with dust and lightning
fast.
STORY OF THE DAY.
It was more like the last days Of October than
the middle Of May, and the wind that blew
across the lower end Of the Long Island Penin-
sula was keen and biting. Dark leaden clouds
frowned upon the earth. which was green in its
early garb of spring. and the sun only deigned
to show his yellow face at scant intervals,
hurrying again behind the curtain Of gray
though ashamed of himself. There were prom
ises of rain In tho west, where piles OF black
clouds were massed near the horizon. and tho