The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-02-13
KING OF THE TURF
Ered Taral, His Romantic Career
and Beautiful Home.
4 Jockey with No BAD Hsbfts-He n .
Home Man-Tarars Immense In
come and How He Han
dies 1t.
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r"Hail, Fred Taral, king of the turf
Twenty Thousand voices echoed ant
re-echoed the loud acclaim of victory
It was Suburban day, and Fred Taral
The greatest Of American jockeys, had
Just won the browning triumph of his
rer,arka BILE career He-tlsd accom-
plished what no other rider had ever
done-captured in rapid succession the
three classic events OF the year, the
Brooklyn Handicap. Metropolitan and
Suburban races.
Taral was by long odds the coolest
and most self-possessed man at Sleeps
head Bay on that eventful day. True.
his broad pale face was a bit flushed
with gratifed pride, and his honest
blue eyes sparlSled with uncopcealed
Gov, but he was an iceberg as far a.
outward and visible signs went, and a
Chesterfield in bearing, compared to
the wild, frenzied mob which cheered
his victory, and which bore him aioft
ln triumph to the paddock.
And how did this prince of Jockeys,
this equine monarch celebrate the day
which marked an epoch in the history
of his life as well as in the history Of
the American turf? In flowing bump
FRS of wine at the track, and in a SAB
nrnalia on his triumphant return to The
city?
Far from it. Fred Taral is home
man. Venus, no more than Bacchus
has any charms for him. His home is
his kingdom, his pretty little wife its
nueen, and his four-year-old baby boy
it's tiny prince royal. AS soon as he
could break away from his admirers,
Jockey Taral made for his home and to
his oomely helpmeet retold the story
of the race. At nine o'clock he was in
bed. At aaybreak he was off for Chi
rago to take part in the Derby.
But it is of the homo life of Amer
ica,s premier jockey, and not of his
triunlphs on the turf, that propose to
speak. The public side of his life is
known to all men who have a drop of
sporting blood in their veins. His
favorite side is known to few.
Fred Taral owns and lives in one Of
the cosiest houses in the upper portion
of New York. It is situated on the
northwest corner Of Lenox avenue and
One Hundred and Thirtieth street AS
will be seen by the accompanying cut,
1t is Queen Anne structure, three sto-
ries in height, and of double width
where 1t faces on the avenue. Taral
purchased it three years ago for thirty
Thousand dollars, and he spent Ave
thousand more in fitting it up. To-day
1t could not be purchased for forty
thousand dollars. Besides all modern
improvements, it contains a Turkish
bath which is inferior to none in any
private residence in New York. The
appointments OF the house are perfect
The reception-room, parlors, dining
room, billiard-room, smoking-room and
sleeping apartments are exquisitely
furnished and tastefully decorated.
Fine paintings and pretty etchfngs
ndorn the walls of the principal apart
snents. They cover a variety of sub
iects, from q winter scene in Russia to
= landscape view of the highlands of
the Hudson. 1t is only in the smoking
room. Tara1's favorite resting place,
when at home, that pictures OF famous
thoroughbredsm may be seen. Here tho
walls fairly TEEN with mimic repre-
sentations of the great horses he has
ridden 20 victory. Throughout ths
entire mansion-for such 1t is, although
called a Queen Anne cottage-are
Everywhere manifest Indications Of re-