St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-04-07

OLD DYER AND |.
Vivid "Reminiscences Of a Mem
orable Horse Race at
Hamline
ONE sULTRY SUMMER DAY
Wherein the Horse Went
Three Times as Far as He
Was Expected.
ONE sULTRY SUMMER DAY
THE MEMOIRS OF THE RIDER
Who Got Such an Elegant Run
for His Money--What
Brady Did.

but it is nevertheless true, that
President Frank G.. Brady, of the
board of aldermen, is the man who
rode Dyer after L got through with
hir1-or rather after the horse got
through with me-in that extremely
memorable Press club race at Ham
line.
Brady is the only man in the Unit
ed States, or any other old country,
who has any conception Of my feel
ings when Dyer and L passed the
stand on the second mile. l have
talked with Brady, and others, since
then, and Brady seems to be the
only one who has any idea what l
was thinking about when Dyer and
/ headed into tie back stretch on
the third mile AS Brady and l
happen to be the only persons who
rode the horse that day, we feel
that We are the only ones in posses
sion of the actual facts concerning
that wild runaway ride of mine
l am reminded of the ride by a
faded piece of dry mud which I
found on an old pair of trousers
while overhauling my wardrobe the
other day. Dyer and l ran in the
mud that day. That piece Of mud
was on the track before the ride
commenced. Some dark night when
the moon is asleep I'm going out to
Hamline and throw the mud back
on the track together with all and
singular my recollections of Dyer
and the run he gave me. After all,
as L told Frank Shaw in a private
conversation at the club, 1 had
better run for my money than any
guy who faced Fergy, my old friend
Ferg. They only went a mile. I
went three-on the .horse-and
three more immediate miles on
street car Immediately
AFTER BIDDING ADIEU
TO Dyer at the head of the stretch.
Six months ago when [ saw my old
friend Dyer standing meekly by hay
rack couldn't help feeling of friend
ly interest in the old skate.
After all, old boy" said I, 'if it
hadn't been for you l never would have
fully appreciated the joy of being
alive
Some erroneous impressions crept
into the minds of many who witnessed
that run, which l feel it my duty to
sponge out. Some people seem to think
that l had hold of Dyer's name when
wairled past the stand on the second
mile. That's mistake. | had hold
of the back of his neck The name may
have been Included, but 1 really had
nj Of n ic ,laIy 7
1t felt like a steam pipe. didn't have
my legs wrapped around Dyer's body
either, no matter what some evil-mind-
ed people may think. At no time dur
ing that ride did nay legs approach any
thing that bore the faintest semblance
of wrap. They were in and out, back
and forth, up and down, but believe
me, ladies and gentlemen, they were
never at any time wrapped. They had
no chance to wrap, although they did
rap viciously and almost continually
Dyer's sides can testify to that.
L want it further understood that
rode on penwiper-not a saddle. For
all the good that alleged saddle did. me-
might as well have ridden on a
corn cake or a blotter. A piece of lemon
peel would have been infinitely more
comfortable, and L would have been
satisfied even with banana skin or a
postage stamp. But that saddle! Say
hope the next. jockey who rides in it
may be able to sit down sooner and
more copiously than 1 was.
Being generally of a frank and con-
fiding disposition, l have no hesitation
In disclosing the secrets of that ride
and the funny panorama of thinks
which hurried through my mind when
1 was doing the hurry-up act on Dyer.
When 1 leaped on the horse l swelled
with pride, for L heard a stable boy
whisper, 80, he's all right, see i'm git
on de horse
I may as well state in the beginning
that Dyer and / paid no attention to
THE STARTERS FLAG.
We knew what we there for and
didn't need any flag in our business
Consequently we passed it UP and got
away together-Dyer and las soon as
we got ready The flag didn't fall
but, as l said before, we were not there
to look after flags. We went. AT the
first quarter pole I listened for the
sound of hoofs, but could only hear
Dyer's. He beat the hoofs in Held-by-
the-Fnemy to death. We were far
ahead-just q full quarter, and I whis-
pered to Dyer:
''Old boy, We'll win this in walk
Thereupon [ gave Dyer his head.
That settled it! When 1 gave him his
head, 1 lost mine.
At the half we were running easy,
but when a mounted policeman hur-
ried out to head US off, we realized
that we were running away, and were
the only ones on the track. When 1
tried to pull Dyer in and found that
he was pulling me out, 1 began to
thip7ly w icyhf 70 in, no