The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1899-08-27

Keene backed his new purchase moder-
ately. l.. S. Thompson sent ''too-late'
commission into the ring, but his broth-
er, William 2. Thompson, gathered IN
$4,000 on the race.
The day was not pretty one for rae
ing or for morning crowds. j. ii. Brad
ford. one of the principal executive Of
ficers of the Coney Island Jockey Clup,
received reports of the attendance In
little glass surrounded corner OF the
club stand which he has had built TO
protect his invalidism.
About fifteen thousand, we make 1T,
said his henchmen from the gates. This
is rather below the average Futurity
attendance, but the lowering skies OF
the morning easily accounted for the
falling off, especially in the pretty
woman line. There is nothing gained
in spelling delicate muslin or chiffon
gown, and still worse is it to be seen at
Sheepshead Bay in anything that is not
especially smart. If two thousand
women stayed away on account of the
threatening weather, then 1t Is safe TO
say that five thousand men did like
wise; 212 to ! are not bad ODDS TO ven
ture on such a calculation.
The Futurity, unhappily, occurred at
a time when New York society is utter
ly scattered and busily engaged in the
pursuits Of Newport, Bar Harbor,
Lenox, Narragansett and the whole
stretch of coast and mountain from
Cape May to White Mountains.
The Long Island hunting set. which
always adds grace and beauty to the
Suburban, are not within call of the
Futurity The boxes of the Belmonts,
the Hitchcocks, the Keenes, the Nor
timers, the Birds, the Ripleys, the
Kennedys, the Laniers, the Morgans
and the rest of that fascinating fol-
lowing of good racing, were occupied
by others equally interested in the
thoroughbred, perhaps not so we'll
known in the bouts and routs of Upper
Fifth avenue, but all supremacy well
dressed and quite as attractive and
chic as any crowd ever seen at Long
champs or Deanville.
From the boxes all down through the
rows of grand stand seats there was
a succession of delightfully."- cool-looktng
costumes in pale blue, pink and mauve,
with all sorts of picture hats and
feathers and furbelows, with neat lit
tie wraps all ready for the inevitable
shower. which happily held off until the
days sport was about over
If there were plenty of shirt waists
and shirt sleeves sprinkled among the
big crowd, they only went to show that
this was a purely representative Amer
lean crowd, regular Futurlty crowd
when employees were looking forward
to becoming great bankers and the suit
models bust, 43 skirt-had an eye
upon a Fifth avenue residence.
A finer lot of two-year-olds never left
Sheepshead Bay paddock than filed out
at half past o'clock en- route to the
post for the great Futurity. There were
twenty in all and each trained to the
hour ready for the struggle over try
ing course-one hundred and seventy
feet less than three-QuarterS of mile,
with one slight bend. David Garrick,
with Jenkins, a Western jockey, in
Pierre Lorillard's famous cherry and
black, led the parade. The big son of
Hanover and Peg Wellington looked
the ideal thoroughbred and 1874 pounds
appeared to rest lightly on his back.
Still it was a tremendous load to ask
the youngster to carry, such journey,
and few experienced turfmen cared to
back him.
The Keene trio-Doublet, Little Nc
Cue up; Virginia Earle, Maher astride,
and Chacornac, with Spencer as pilot
followed in the order named and there
was no mistaking which the hearty ap-
pIause was for. The Juvenal gelding,
big. strong and restless, looked from
side to side eager to break away
Spencer patted him. talked to him and
kept him in his place passing the stand.
Then he almost wheeled, so nervous
and impatient was ne 10 get W running.
Gulden, with Taral in the saddle, was
quiet and docile. and Tenderloin, with
the California boy, Piggott, on his back,
looked handsome enough to do great
things.
Green Morris pair Modrine and
Water King, guided respectively by
pullman and Wedderstroud. were
| quickly recognized, and then came
! 'iPittsburg Pills" badly named son of
Russell and Active, Prestidigitator
with unlucky Sims on his back. Plucky,