The age-herald., 1901-06-02
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 | Tiffany was originally matchmaker in | New York on q small scale By the pro cesses of inbreeding and outcrossing
 Tiffany has grown to be something inn
 nfense. By the, fusion of blood, economic
 advertising and tasteful displays in show
 windows in the course of three genera ,tions Tiffany has been blessed by evolu-
 ton in a manner that cometh not to the thoroughbred animals in less than five un-
 contaminated crosses of pure blood. His
 name is Perry Tiffany, for the New York
 papers inform us that ripples of excite
 ment and amusement chased one another
 around the clubs a few evenings ago when
 some one passed the pleasing word
 around: Perry Tiffany has been doing
 Atlantic City" Not a long sentence, it Is
 true but pregnant. Not to be compared
 to the wise words that once rolled from
 the eloquent lips of William M. Evarts at these same clubs, but in clubdom today 1t expressed more than forty folios from the libraries would have done. Rolicking old | men. say the papers, cinked their glasses, winl5ed slyly, and drank long health and plenty of sea room for Tiffanys craft | They say the broad walk at Atlantic City | is wide and well baliustraded," said one | old fellow who used to cavort at Newport and Narragansett Pier half century ago. Tt will need to be if Perry is there." l "Going devil" said another. Hell be l rough riding over the roof of the steel | pier first thing they know" And so the
 merry fest seems to have gone round from | club to cafe, from foyer to midnight sup
 per room. From the gay stories that the
 wires were flashing to the great daily, pa | pers it was plain that the heir to Tiffany's | millions was feeling sligtly exhuberant.
 He and a companion found rest at the
 arstocratic St. Charles and having sorey
 tempted the proprietor by the lavishness | of their remuneration, they set out to give | the town a whirl. Atlantic City declares | that they did their duty. They hired all
 sorts of vehicles and drove through the | town like ambulances answering hurry | calls. They rode all night in the board
 walk trundle chairs. and paid the pushers | to race them to and fro. On Saturday | they tried to buy out a florist, but thouRn | their supply of money seemed inexhausti> ble. Tiffany sent by telephone for fresh supplies, and the attempt ended as weakly | as that of the gentleman from Kentucky | who started out to drink distillery dry. Sunday night they had secured large rein | forcements. principally of hoodlums of | both sexes. One of the party attempted to | wreck a prominent restaurant, but was
 driven off at the point of a heavy stick. | Mir. Tiffany and his friend left Atlantic 1 City rather suddenly, and are supposed to
 be "on the road'' recuperating before re-
 turning to staid New York. Old daddy Tiffany should write book and tell the l world how he bred this thoroughbred in | so short time. | If the admirers, and they are legion. | of the great colt The Parader, who have
 sung his praises so loudly ever since his
 defeat by Commando in the Belmont. | could have seen their favorite run Tues
 day in the Preakness Stakes they would not wayer in their loyalty. The de- 1 spatches. If not colored. give us a great | opinion of MT. Wilson's three -year-old | The PrealSness Stakes was at mile and seventy yards. and The Parader was chosen warm favorite of the balance of the field. He was by all means the class of the race. and to 20 seems to have been regarded as good price against him. He won his race. noble colt
 that he is. and his packers cashed their
 bets. but before they did so they were
 undoubtedly the victims of many heart burning doubt for several times
 throughout the running of the race 1t looked as if the Parader was to be beat en fin much the same disgraceful fashion that Colonel Padden was on Monday Landry was riding the colt. and by his incompetency rode at least fifty-some say hundred yards-further than any other horse in the race, for he was first on one side of the track and then on the
 other, and at the end he was on the ex-
 treme outside in the run through the stretch.
 pr. Barlow was the pacemaker for the first furlong, and then Sadie S. took up
 the running. The crowd looked for the
 Parader to go to the frent. but instead.