The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1902-08-31
REPURLIc SPECIAL.

REPUBLIC SPECIAL.
New York. Aug. 30.-Salvable, the feet
footed son Of Salvador. a Western wonder.
che property of John A. Drake. sensational
plunger and millionaire turfman. an out
slider in the betting. captured the classic
Futurity. a $4,000 prize, this afternoon at
Gheepshead Bay race track. in liza.
August Belmont's Lord of Vale was sec
ond. beating the Keene flly Dazzling, who
made the running. by two lengths.
Post time was set for 4:10. 1t was Alp
when the big field lined up, and at 4:24 the
flag fell and the great race was on.
Like a flash of lightning, the big field
was in motion. A clatter OF hoofs that
swelled into n roar. a cloud of yellow dust
floating into the air and the Keene's swee:
hlly Dazzling poked her pretty head in
front of the rushing bunch.
Irish Lad In the First Flight.
Belmont's Mizzen was right at her heels.
while Irish Lad. top weight. was also in
the first flight. AS one horse the field made
for the inside rail. With a fearful crash
they struck. and # seemed for a moment as
IL some must go down.
The watching, nervous audience of $1,000.
three-Quarters of a mile away, gave a yell
OF horror. but the clearing dust showed the
whole field swinging through the first quar-
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vantage. The white and blue OF another
Keene racer was at her throat. It was Fly
ing Prince. his jockey riding like a demon,
and right at his saddle girth flashed the
beautiful bay coat OF Nizzen.
The great body Of blue-blooded racers
were fighting at their heels, tossing a per-
feet tornado OF dust into the air as their
heels dug into the narrow. smooth ribbon
of brown turf.
The Keene followers were already yelling
with Joy. "Keene wins! Keene wins?' was
the shout that went up and Keene it seemed
to be.
Grand Struggle to the Wire.
The bend had been reached now and
with only a quarter to go the field swept
into the straight way for the run to the
wire, with the much-vaunted Whitney-Dur-
yea combination eating the dust.
Whips were flying now. The run home
had come. The final hundred yards would
tell the tale.
Spurs were driven deep into the trembling
baby sides of the beautiful youngsters. 1t
was the crucial moment and the brave lit
tie FLY who had made the running for the
big field faltered in her stride, and faltering
lost the golden plum.
And then something happened. Out Of
the flying hoofs. shot a big bay form that
brought a roar from the Western horse
men in the vast crowd.
SaIyabIe by n Head.
It was Savable. the horse that Drake,
Gates and the other Western millionaire
~plungers had said would win the big stake.
On he shot. gained half a length. faltered
a bit, gathered himself for a final effort
and dashed under the wire. winner by a
very scant head.
Another Belmont colt. Lord of the Vale,
had also come up in the final rush and
was fighting it out with the princely win
ner.
Dazzlying was third. two lengths away,
while Hurstbourne finished fourth. An
other royal youngster was crowned
sovereign of all 2-year-olds. another name
whose ancetry runs back to the first run
ming of the Futurity is emblazened upon
the annals of turfdom in letters of gold.
brilliant Crowd Saw Race.
And so ended the fifteenth Futurity, in
many ways the greatest horse race of the
wear. in every way one of the classics OF
the American turf.
A pretty day, a soft pale blush, Lazy
day: a crowd of more than 5000 persons
that filed and overlooked the huge three
deck stands and inundated the field and
paddock and clubhouse lawn; as fine a field
of thoroughhreds as ever faced a fag-such
were the conditions of it's running.
II any one thing stood out from all the
rest to give a distinction to this running of
the great race for 2-year-olds 1t was the
size and the brilllancy Of the crowd which
viewed II. OF the crowd which filled the
boxes and the paddock, and even the big
stand itself. like a vast flower bed. brilliant