The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-09-23
NON RAISES RACERS
William C. Whitney Refuses
to Talk Politics
WHEN HE CAN TALK HORSE
Is in the Business for the Pure
Love of 1t.
WHEN HE CAN TALK HORSE

New York Sept. 22.-The World says:
In the cool, grassy paddock at that
Sheepshead Bay race course almost any
afternoon during the recent meeting, a
quiet, carefully groomed, studios looking
man might have been seen wandering
around among the horses, his hands care
Iessly thrust in his pockets, a look Of
tranquil enjoyment on his pale face.
1t is pleasant spot for lover Of
horses with not a disturbing echo of the
brazen throated ring, and only a drowsy
sit under the shade of old trees and watch
the clean limbed dainty thoroughbreds as
they are being prepared for the race with
all the care bestowed upon a debutante.
And then you see them come rushing in
after the battle, tseir blood on fire, reek-
ing. red eyed with heaving sides and wide
open nostrjls.
AS the quiet man, usually alone walks
about The paddock, trainers stop rubbing
their horses to look after him with re-
spectful interest and even the lordly jock
condescend to show some slight curiosity
For they recognize in him the owner of
the greatest racing stable in America
The most generous patron the American
turf has ever known, Mr.. William c..
Whitney.
Jim" said the late Gen. Buford as
mint julep on the veranda at Basque
Bonita one fine day, 'if you had three
wishes and they could be gratified what
would they be?"
"Marse Abe" said Jim, after deep re-
hection, ''fust I'd want to be a white
man; second L want to own more fine
race hawses dan any white man in Kahn
lucky; htird, I'd like to hab sech a fine
fam TO- dem hawses dat cherry white man
in Kaintucky would want to be me-"
Mr. Whitney has lived to realize the
wishes of poor Jim. No other man in
America ever Before owned so many
high-class thoroughbreds; no man in
America ever before housed them so
splendidly, and no man was ever so gen.
erously envied by lovers of horses whho
would like "to be him"
Mr., Whitney came into racin every
modestly. Sidney Paget a relative by
marriage, three years ago bought the
jumper Shillelah. She was a success.
Then Sir Vassar wa sadded to the string,
and Sir Vassar was a success. It began
to be rumored that Mr.. Whitney was be-
figure was seen now and then on pleas
ant afternoons at Morris Park and at
Sheeoshead Bay.
Presently reports came from Kentucky
of big purchases of royalty bred mares,
the dams of the kings and queens OF the
turf; of famous performers, and of highly
tried yearlings. They were all shipped OF
Mr. Whitney.
year ago last spring 1t was known
that Mr.. Whitney intended to race in the
name and colors of his racing partner,
Sidney Paget, and that neither time nor
money would be spared in winning sue
cess. Last year Samuel Hildreth, con-
coded to be one of the foremost horse
men in America, was made trainer for
the stable and during the winter Richard
Clawson was employed for jockey.
When last year Mr.. Whitney paid $4,000
to Gideon and DAILY for thei rgreat two
year-old, Jean Beraud, \horsemen stared.
Jean Beraud almost won in his two
of the three-year-old classics.
This years addition to the racing stable
has been numerous, but most of them
have been made with view of the great
breedin establishment of the future. For
example, Admira ton is the f1eetest three
year-old FLY on the turf, and Killashan-
dra has beaten all the seasons best two
year-old FLIES. They will both carry the
stable colors to the front in many a race.
but thei rreal triumphs will begin when
they produce sons and daughters to per-
petuate their fame.
If old Frank Harper could ever be in
duced to leave his beloved Kentucky and
visit Mr.. Whitneys place on Long Island,
where many of these thoroughbreds are
now cared for, his opinions would be in
teresting It is a long cry from old
Franks farm. where the piCkaninnies roll
in the long blue gras sand where Long
fellow tethered under a shed. kicking at
the flies. used sometimes to hit a fly and
sometimes TO hit pickaninny. 10 Mr.
Whitney's splendid establishment, where
the humblest selling platter is housed like
a prince of the blood.
There are 200 acres in this place and
the home of the horses is an immense
structure of stone and iron and wood
SO feet long by 100 feet wide On this
farm there is a dirt track Of 4 milo and