Waterbury Democrat., 1902-01-07

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 versed by others. Literary Names for The registry of
 Equine Heroes. the Jockey club contains the names of almost every- thing but an undiscovered and of course unnamed comet"
 On the testimony of the Keenes, Morrises, Belmonts, Whitneys, etc., 1t is said that the selection of names for young race horses has become task as great as the successful study of the stock market. Whats in name?' is given great force in the thorough hbred world. The euphonious name made up of a combination of the letters of the names of sires and dams invariably is the refuge of those who have sought in vain in the realm of litera ture, science and the arts for names that the turf authorities will accept for thoroughbreds It was but a short time ago that Mrs. A. H. Nor ris, who used to give names to the famous "all scarlet stable" departed from all precedents and chose one syllable words for all names. 1t need surprise no follower of racing ii, when he reads the nominations for the great stakes of 1902, he sees such names as the Crisis, Virginia, Elipha- let, Lazarre, Helmet of Navarro, ToF- stoi, Thompson-Seton, Calumet K, Kim, Right of Way, D'ri, etc.
 While on the subject of names, the funniest thing in the turf world this year undoubtedly was the trip of An dy Hamilton, the '.colored Archer" to Russia, where the celebrated jockey rode for some of the best known nobles of Moscow. For six weeks he was attended In Moscow hospital by the czar's own medical ad- wiser and recovered from severe in- jury gained by a fall at the Moscow race track. But that was not funny Hamilton said he rode for a Russian Prince ''Tchcoptchylofski,' or some such name. s'I thought the world $ supply of vowels done was turned loose over thar,'' said Hamilton upon his arrival from his Russian trip. Bless my soul, if I was to tempt to tell you the names of those Russian hosses I'd need the library of Tolstoi. Mighty queer it was to heah Rus sian noble tellin' me to ride ~Obdjet- chef, or some such hoss. l jes' watched his lips move, guessed what he meant and took out the right hoss. How'd I guess the animal? Truth is, little stable boy did it for me. One day after I was hurt, Marty Bergen (you remember Marty, who rode the mighty Salvador when the chestnut hung up the mile record at Mon mouth) began to ride for Prince Plenty of Towels. There vase 23 horses in the race, and their com bined names would reach about a mile if set up in type. Just think of Bergen, the former hero of many a stake in the east, riding for man whose name he could not pronounce, piloting a hoss with an almost un- pronounceable name and up against a starter who wielded a long knout and whose patriarchal beard made him look like a moujik. Bergen want ed to make good impression and he jockeyed to get hyin' start. Of course the Russian starter opened up on Bergen. After the race Marty told us he knew the starter was Old Man Caldwell, the former highest salaried starter in America. Can't fool me with all those jawbreak yells,' said 1 Marty. That fellow is the same old l Caldwell who used to swear at us 1 jockeys at Guttenberg. I'd know him anywhere, even with long whiskers.' l Oh, I had great time in Russia It's good thing the papers there don't print the form cards of races as they I do in America. The printers would run out of sorts in type setting hoss names"