The San Francisco call., 1899-05-28
PILOTED
TO VICTORY
By NAHER
Record Of 2:07 Made by Dry
Monopole in 1887 Low
cred to 2:06 IA.
speciaI Dlgpateh TO The call.

NEW YORK, May 27.-Twenty- five
thousand delirious men and women
saw the good colt Banastar, owned by
William H. Clark, romp away with the
purse attached to the Brooklyn handi-
cap at Gravesend this afternoon. Never
in the history Of the classic turf event
did a horse win a fairer or finer race,
nor more clearly demonstrate its SUI
periority over all competitors.
After the horses had been twenty
three minutes at the post the red flag
was dropped with a Coz 1t was a
good start for all but Box, jefferson
and Don de ORC, they being rather
slow to get going, with the latter ap-
pearing to prop himself. Filigrane was
off with a rare dash, attended by the
black mare Imp and Lanky Bob. The
favorite set a heartbreaking pace as
soon as he was settled in his stride and
George Keene stuck to him like an ad-
der. Little McCue bent over Filigranes
neck, trying to get away from the
Paget horse, as if it were the last in
stead of the first furlOng of the great
struggle, but George Keene had as
much speed as the three year-old.
When they flashed past the eighth
pole in u 3-5 seconds F'iligrane's head
was in front, with Banastar, Algol
Imp and Previous almost locked less
than a length away from Keene; then
Thomas Cat and Don de ORC, which
had made a whirlwind rush after
Spencer had got him in motion. Lanky
Bob was next, with Everett hard at
him to keep up with the first flight.
The second eighth witnessed
change. Clawson and George Keene
had wrested the lead from McCue and
Filigrane and all four were doing their
best to break the hearts of those be-
hind them. But Banastar was with
them and Maher appeared to be in no
hurry to try and run them down. The
pace had been growing hotter and hot
ter. for George Keene flew past the
quarter-pole in "a As seconds, making
the second eighth in II 1-5, or 20 faster
than the first Filigrane was at his
head and Banas ar a half length away
with Algol, Imp and Previous at the
Clark horses neck; then Thomas Cat,
Don de ORC, Lanky Bob and Warren
ton, all close enough to have a grand
chance All this time Ben Holiday
was laboring with Jefferson in the rear
George Keene and F'iligrane, heads
auart. continued to hold their places as
pace makers in the third furlong, and
Banastar was still their most danger
Gus competitor, though they had in
creased their lead over the son-of Far
ondale to a length and a half. Maher
sat sphinx-like on his handsome steed,
apparently satisfied with his position.
There were no changes in the positions
of the others, except that Imp began
TO lose ground as the leaders swung
around the three-eighths pole in 81 sec
onds fiat-the third furlong having been
run in exactly the same time as the
second.
1t was evident that both Clawson and
McCue had no waiting orders, for their
mounts were Steaming to the utmost
and it was only a question Of which
would stop first. No horse could live
through that terrific pace. Nobody save
Banastar behind them appeared to
threaten, but there were still many
game and tried ones in the chase. and
the hackers of Bangle, Algol and Don
de ORC were beginning to shout the
names of their favorite. Spencer was
using his daintieSt art on the Don. and
though he was running eighth and about
that many lengths behind the leaders
his supporters were not without hope.
The half mile in 49 1-5 seconds. and
still three-quarters to go! raster than
the speedieSt Sprinters run in three
quarter dashes they went. The fourth
furlong was covered in II 2-5 seconds
George Keene and Filigrane We're still
head and head, and Banastar was hold
ing his own, with Algol straining every
nerve to keep at his neck. And there
were others behind still hopeful of i'm
proving their positions.
The next eighth must see change, ;"
said an old, gray-haired turtle behind
me. mo three-year-old can stand that
strain"
The fifth furlong did witness a change
but it was George Keene who began to
show the effect of his magnificent ef-
fort Clawson was at him and the
Paget horse was feeling the sting Of