The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-08-31

 MIGHTY SON Savable Captures the
 Futurity. A VICTORY FOR THE WEST Greatest Crowd That Ever Witnessed the Event. Lord of the Vale, the Pride of the Belmont Stable, Makes Brave
 Effort, But Fails
 to Land.

l New York, Aug. 30-Savable. sired by the American turf has ever seen, won the rich Futarity at Sheepshead Bay to- day. John A. Drake. a Western million aire. owns him; his trainer, Enoch Wish ard, is from the West and Lyme. Vest ern jockey. rode him to victory.
 August Belmont's Hastings colt, Lord of the Vale, was second, only an eyelash behind, while Dazzling, one of the four Keene horses. finished third. The time | was 1-4 better than the Futurity record | over the full course but second and | four-fifths lower than the best full six | furlongs 2-year-old record down the chute. Never was more inspiring racing wit | messed at Sheepshead, the garden spot of the East; never was crowd greater or enthusiasm more unbounded. Fifty thou sand would be close estimate to put on the multitude, for this was to be the greatest of all Futurities The prize was rich, the field large, it's quality incompar- able and before the fall of the flag 1t l looked as if any one of a dozen of the thoroughbreds had an even chance for the stake.
 Run Without Accident.
 Indeed, with the great field that faced the starter. the greatest in numbers that ever struggled for the laurel wreath of championship. 1t seemed as though noth- ing short of a miracle could bring them all safely through that six furlongs jour | ney, short though 1t was, with the crowd ing and punching around the dangerous curve of the chute. They passed that point. however. like troop of cavalry, and, strengthening out. came into the stretch in a swirl of dust Savable and Lord of the Vale fighting 1t out to the last inch. It was lyne's good ride that carried his mount past the flying Belmont colt just at the wire.
 Out of the West came Savable, who is the son of Salvador. whose records have stood for years. to snatch away a victory from the champions of the East. cracks that only a few days ago were thought to outclass the Western colt.
 Out of the West also came Proctor Knott, who in the first running of the Futurity fourteen years ago. outspeeded the same Salvador. that was to become the idol of the American turf. Savable was able to do what his famous sire fail ed to do.
 Dazzling's Brilliant Effort.
 Another memory of past Futurities came with the magnificent race of Keene's swiftest of Allies, Dazzlireg whose sire. St Leonards ran third in the classic in 1892 It is not always given to a lilly to he up in the fist flight of such a race. Butterflies was a marvel in "A and luck favored L'Alouette three years later. To- day Dazzling came with a burst of speed that was true to her name, but she fa1- tered in the last few strides and falter- ing. was beaten off by the two leaders.
 John A. Drake and the Western con tingent always were confident that Sava- ble would score. and they played him down from twenty and in some books twenty-five, to fifteen. Tn such a surging mass as that which crowded the betting ring. with every man struggling to place his money, thousands were as units. Eager players seized what was thrust at them and knew no East or West. It was the West however. that rounded up the good thing of the day and cashed in at nightfall.
 Sheepshead never knew such a crowd as gathered there today. At noon the lower tier of three-deck grandstand was crowd ed Long before the bugle sounded the first race all tiers were filled with a mass of moving color. It was woman every where, costumed in filmy brilliant gowns and bedecked with colors rare and radi- ant. Almost as far as the eye could reach. down over the lawn and through the field 1t was swaying mass of hu- manity. Twenty thousand surged in the field and within and beyond the track rails there were thousands more.
 Every One Was There.
 The Saratoga complement that left money at the Spa and carried away ex perience were there en masse: men prom l inent in every walk of life and every man | who loves a. race horse and the sport of kings. whose business would permit 1t, | gathered with his fellows under the | shadow of the club house and the great | stands.
 Thirty-one were carded to go, but Sow ereign, Sir Voorhis Dalesman. Love Note Royal Summers. Merry Acrobat and | Medal were scratched. Bounding Beauty | was added at late moment by the Pep | per Stable, and a few minutes later with | drawn. There were twenty-four left to | fight 1t out in contest where only the | stoutest hearted might hope to live.
 The call to saddle was trumpted at 4 o'clock and the long line filed out and | cantered slowly pass the stands. En- thlsia sm was bent up. It was anxiety ] rather than excitement that prevailed in | that vest gathering. Hardly one of the | sleek limDcd racers but had host of supporters and not one but won the aG- | miration of all Starter Pettingil waited | for the field, red flag in hand To the | eager watchers that blurred line far up | at the end of the chute seemed in con | stant wrlggling motion with now and | then flash of red or a glint of white | as the silk of the boys jackets caught | the sunlight.
 The Start.
 It was desperate work to keep that line straight before the final word with | fortunes ape lding on the result. For | twenty minutes they see-sawed to and | fro and then came a swish of the flag | and burr of the bell In the judges box | Instantly there was frenzy among the l multitude. That nevec forgotten cry. |
 They re off" went mp, Away in the dis tance there was a sudden flash and after that cloud of dust Lord of the Vale