The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1901-06-05
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eve are the JesOns who will win the
fleece" Merchant in Venice.
The atmosphere was filed with signs
of approaching festiyity and gayety. The
tan bark looked neat and ready for
some unusual happening. The stalls,
each the home of some blooded creature,
were shining and polished. There stood
hackney with highbred air. His
aristocratic nostrils swelling with pride
as he looked distainfully at a group of
snorting near by, talking over family
secrets and thoroughly obivious to the
criticisms of their ncighbor. Their coats
were sleek and shiny and they frsked
about and arched their little necks and
thought themselves quite sit" Two
donkeys. rivals for the blue ribbon, gazed
into each others sleepy eyes. Jenny
belonging to the Henry Thompson child
rem, seemed quite assured that the judges
could not help but decide upon her fine
points at once. but Jack looked at his fair
mis- re $, Miss Bessie du Pont, and his
long ears waved with knowing "She's
little ponies who were ne1ghing and
not in it, is she?" All the equine world
who can boast of the least bit of a
pedigree are groomcd and plumed and
have eaten oats and feel their high de-
gree.
tell You said a wicked looking little
mare. that we are the thing this week. !"
A dgnifrd farm horse standing by cast
Il scOrnful look at the slang, but the
little mare. though not Chcsterfeldan in
language. was quite right and for two
days society will come to see the equine
world will take sly glance Mt society
who on snch occasions as this, feels it
her hounden duty to come out in her
best bib and tucker. OF course it will
he the fad to wear every possible horsey
style Of garment. We will see the girl
who knows the good points of road
ster and can tell whether she prefers
PAGER or hackney. She will wear most
correct tailor cut and n severe shirtwaiSt
with n four-in-hand tic ornamental with
gold whip. n jockey cap Or a swingle
tree in gun metal. for let me whisper that
the horse shoe pin as an ornament, is out
Of date
The raglan girl will. Of course, he with
MS, be the weather what it may, she dons
that loose looking affair. sometimes
she looks well, most times she looks i'll,
Mostly she wears it unbottoned with her
hands in her pockets and swings along
with satisfied air of having the correct
thing. But it has heen sometime since
that correct thing left its native heath,
Ragcnt street. London and it has lost
most Of its good points on the way. The
fluffy summary maid of course will be
with us. She, with her dainty foulard or
organdy, her broad brimmed hat with its
mass Of dainty roses. the mark of the
eternal feminine. is blessing she will
never lose. Society will be well repre-
sentcd. The boxes have been taken by
mon and women wellknown and the
affair promises to he successful from all
standpoints. This is what the horses
think and horses know great deal
more than YOU sometimes imagine. One
little sOrrcl mare (she told her name was
"Amelia.o was standing near and I
heard her wonder under hcr breath in
the words of Richard III. "Shall 7 wear
these honors but for a day or shall they
last? and she walked down the stalls to
take look at her rivals. She sized IN
the judges too. for I noticed Just then
that these three gentlemen upon whom
this responsibility rests. Edward G.
CroZier. Samuel D. Riddle, r. T., Ross
entered the ring.
"Dukc' and "Clvde." dignified, heavy
hnilt teamsters. stood by discussing the
affairs of the day while "Mabel Star"