The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1903-06-07

CAunt of Frank O'NeflD.
AS the jockey in Salvador" her favorite
recitation.
first and second horse at the finish was
just the samoa nose.
Speaking of her feelings when reciting this
poem. of Salvador" Mrs. Anna Randall
Diehul in her life of Miss o'Neill says:
HOW SALVADOR WON
Years after. when Jennie O'Neill Potter
stood forth in her gayIy-coioreo Jockey sllic
(the Haggin colors), and depicted How Sal
vator Won the Race it would have re-
CURED only little stretch of imagination
10 have pictured that great audience on the
grand stand at Sheepshead Bay. Many of
them had, indeed, witnessed the celebrated
match race between Salvador and Tenny.
Now they see bright-faced. cur,y-haired
little woman leaning out over the footllghts.
every nerve ar tension. her eyes fashlns
like electric sparks. while both hands are
Srssping the imaginary bride rein that is
coaXins Salvador on to victory.
The first mile is covered she fairly
shouts, and as her swayinS body keeps time
to the rhythm of the verse, the faces of
the audience are a study. Some fairly rise
in their seats as they fancy they see that
their watches and time the piece. The race
is run in 2:Oo. When. with hslt-yell, half
scream. the words: I lift my horse by
nose past the stand comes. she shoots her
pretty right arm straight up overhead and
men and women burst into storms of APP
plause.
tie jockey has to return. As she advances
to the front. raising her cap and bowling all
the way, Encore! Encore. Is still the cry.
Quick to know just when to pick up the
lines for greatest effect to the footlights.
she comes and dashes off again the closing
lines of the race
bursts out spontaneously. moment more
and the jockey is in the box where sits the
proud and happy author-herself a Wiscon-
sin girl vino in her childhood knew the
prairies WELL
HER DEAR OLD DADDY'S BLOOD"
"Ah. tell you" said Mrs. O'Neill on her
deathbed. "many's the good race Salvador
and 1 have ridden TO the finish together.
Both in New York and London he made me
my biggest successes. You should hear them
shout in the audience when did it. 1t was
my dear old daddy,s blood that did it. Do
you think | could have ridden Salvador IN
the drawing room of Fifth Avenue and May
fair If had not been brought up in Wis
consin stable? Never in thousand years
And never" continues Miss Delhi will
an elocutionist bring Salvador such glory
as did Jennie O'Neill Potter" Psychologists
may find in this the fervor OF the aunt's
beloved nephew should almost to the letter
achieve in reality what she felt in spirit
and do in actually what she did in mirnicry.
One of Miss Potter'S chosen Rotations
was ''Old Artemus's Last Race" written by
herself. 1t describes the, feelings and eff
forts of a once great horse. when old
and broken ;, down; he is compelled is
Mss Potter died of a malignant cancer
in New York in 1900. Her pluck and great
spirit curing the last months of her life
was regarded by her friends as a magnifi-
cent display of heroism.
Right is right and must be defended
was her motto. Like ali well-bred Irish
people she had hatred of sham and fake.
Sailing under false colorsw a thing she
could not endure.
Bred of such lineage, 1t is but natural
that Frank O'Neill should not only be a
great rider of race horses. but boy Of