Evening star., 1902-09-01
GRE AT FUTURITY
BRAKES SAVABLE WON EVENT
BY A HEAD.
Twenty-Four Horses Went to the Post
and the Race Was
Splendid One.

It took just one minute and fourtee
seconds for a bay colt to run down the
yellow stretch of dirt called the F'uturity
course at Sheepshead Bay Saturday after
noon and to win $4,000 for John A. Drake
of Chicago.
Savable was the one that did the trick,
and behind him were twenty-three repre-
sentatives of hope still deferred"
1t was by no more than a head that
Sayable was first at the finish, and his boy
had all he could do to land him there. Dis
putting with him at the end of the race was
Lord of the Vale from the Belmont stable
A head means about one foot Of distance,
and the difference between the earnings of
these two colts by that one foot was more
than $40 900. This is the statement of the
latest running of the Futurity.
Scarcely a race has been run for this
classic event which produced as much gen.
eral satisfaction as the scramble Of Sat
urday. The fact that twenty-four two
year-olds went to the post IN 1t lent every
probability for interference and unfair
running. Such was the order at the start,
and such the racing in the early part that
no colt or fllly in the race suffered material
ly. Mr.. Pettingill was exceedingly fortu-
nate at the start. and after short delay
got the topheavy field away almost head
and head.
The call to saddle was trumpeted at 4
O'Clock, and the long thin fine filed out and
cantered slowly past the stands. Enthusi-
asm was pent up. 1t was anxiety rather
than excitement that prevailed in that vast
gathering. Hardly one Of the sleek-limbed
racers but had host of supporters. and
not one but won the admiration or all.
Starter Pettingiil waited for the field, red
flag in hand. 1t was desperate work to keep
that line straight before the final word
with fortunes depending on the result. For
twenty minutes they seasawed to and FRO;
then came swish of the flag and burr
Of the bell In the judges box.
Instantly there was frenzy among the
multitude. That never-forgotten cry of
They're Off" went up. Away in the dis
tance, to those that were sharp Of eye,
there was a sudden flash, and after that a
cloud of dust. Lord Of the Vale was among
the first to break, with Savable, Hurst
bourne and Dazzling right at his heels
Fire Eeater with Doggett up, the only one
post, half turned around. Though 1t was
q ragged start It was better almost than
had been expected.
They flew like the wind down the hill.
stretched out completely across the track.
twenty-three-in what seemed to be almost
q straight line. A sharp wind lifted the
veil of dust and as they neared the turn
those on the outside OF the rail and those
on the inside closed in, until the saddle
eirths appeared to be touching. Up the hill
they came, with white-faced boys bending
over their necks. ready with whip and spur
for the final struggle. Fully dozen as
they mounted the hill were bobbing UP and
down In perfect rhythm and within reach
ing distance Of each other.
The hearts Of the $4,000 onlookers were
throbblng now with the intensity OF the
excitement. For a moment, as the racers
Strengthened out. there was crowding In the
center Of that flying cavalcade. To go down
meant death; a single misstep meant a
frightful catastrophe. There was hardly a
sound in the stands. but mighty shout
went up when Dazzling, carrying the spot
ted white Of the Keenes. came first into the
straight. and the others spread out for the
dash down to the wire.
McCue touched Lord Of the Vale with the
whip and the gallant son Of Hastings
sprang out to the front. Perhaps he made
his run too soon. for he began to falter
when hard challenged moment later, but
recovered. The goal was well within sight,
and McCue began to ride like nend.
The Whitney and Keene candidates were
pushing him hard. Through the cloud Of
dust every ones eyes made out his own
favorite. There were cries Of Irish Lad" /"
and Golden Maxim" and Flying Prince"
"MIzzen." and half dozen others.
Savable. the son OF Salvador, never was
thought Of. There were hoarse shouts for
Dazzling" and ''Duster." for "Aeeful' and
Payne" and white Chapel" Yet one
small sroup-they came from the wsst-had
their strained eyes set for glimpse Of tur-
auoise blue that seemed tar back In the
rear. Jockey Lyme was ready, too. and
Savable answered the tip Of the spur and
the swish Of the whip across the cleaning
flank He came out OF the bunch like a
thoroughbred.
Lyme lifted him with every leap. and Inch
by inch in the last sixteenth he wore down
the single length between him and victory.
McCue tried desperately to stall OF defeat.
He swung his whip mercilessly, and with
faring nostrils Lord Of the Vale, the pride
Of the Belmont stable. responded to every
cut. But all In vain.
Savable had his sire's indomitabls cour-
age; he had his stre's speed and his great
heart. He poked his nose In front OF Lord
OF the Vale just a. they Jew under the wire.