The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-05-05

suddenly vesred over toward the outer
rail.
SHAW DRAWS HIS WHIP.
As he did 90 a general fear took posses
sion OF the crowd that the Keene COLT was
firing, and when Shaw drew his whip and
tapped him lightly over the head u looked
as II the fear was we'll grounded. but SHAW,
a crafty jockey. always looking tor the Pes1
Of II, had a motive for this procseding.
He was after that hard fast strip OF track
close TO the rail. over which MIR. Bolmonts
Blandy had won the Inaugural In such Inn
pressive fashion.
JOCKEY SMITH ADOPTS sHAws TACTICS.
Louis Smith. an old hand at clever horse
manship, was not 20 be outdone. he knew
as we'll az Shaw did that the best going was
near the outer rail, 20 LIE pulled Race King
over in Sysonbys wake and then put MN
under the whip,
The Keene colt by this time had felt the
effect Of the intense strain, for his leader
ship was diminished By inches, until Il was
less than half a length at the furlong pole
sYsoNBY RESPONDS TO THE WHIP.
Shaw gave one Quick glance at Race
| King then and lar ded several cruel blows
| on the Melton colts flank, with the result
| that Sysonby responded courageously ana
drew slightly away. But little Race kir
was just as game, and under q terrino
| drive he again proceeded TO cut down bis
rivals advar taRe until at the sixteenth
| pole Sysonby led by head.
THE CROWD HELD sPELLBoUND.
Apparently stricken dumb by the eT-
! citenent produced by this remarkable
| finish, the crowd stood tran shXed, with now
and then an incoherent cry indicative OF
either Joy OF fear as the case might pe.
| But as Race Kir g continued his plucky
| attempt to wgest victory out OF the jaws
| Of defeat the usual sympathy for the UT der
| dog made itself manifest, and with mighty
| roar the crowd cut loose, crying:
80
60 it Race King. Keep at him Smith.
| Give il 10 him. You've got him beaten.
These words Of encouragement, however,
| goaded the hackers Of Sysonby 10 frenzy.
! for in an instant volcanic wave rolled
out from the great stands. nearly every
body apparently roofing for the keene
sSysonby gets the money. Nothing but
| sysonby. Ride for your ife' Shaw. Don't
| give up
HORSES AND JOCKEYS STRAINED TO TIE
LIMIT.
One hundred yards from the judges the
! two b orses were running as II harnessed
in a team. Both were tired and were so
close together that they seemed 10 be lean
! ing on each other. Both jockeys, on the
verge Of physical collapse kept on with
| their whips although the blows became
weaker and weaker from sheer exhaustion.
On rushed the colts as II impelled by
| supernatural strength. wire could have
been run through their nostrils without
bending it and neither could gain an
advantage.
yelled until they were ready to drop. Hats,
umbrellas, canes and programs flew In the
air in a shower. In fact, pandemonium
reigned supreme.
UNDER THE WIRE TOGETHER.
From the 10000 spectators far Of in the
field, through the mighty oonoourso on
~ IN hal AmNn 4
and even in the overcrowded clubhouse,
not a man was there. nor a woman either,
who could say which horse had won when
they went under the wire. 1t was merely
matter Of guessing Of speculation and
Of hope, but that was all.
WAITING FoB THE NUMBERS TO 90 Up.
So the hosting Of the official numbers
was the only thing left to be done. Judges
Mcdowell and Pettingiu, who had realized
that a sensational finish would have 70 be
decided we're 50 close 10 the horses when
they finished that either could have
touched Sysonby with his hand. Yet
neither could separate them even by so
much as a whisker. Both were agreed
that dead heat had been run, and without
delay they 80 decided, a ruling that was
speedily followed by the hosting OF the
numbers.
JUDGES DECISION A DEAD HEAT.
For fully ten minutes the crowd was In
an uproar. The regulars knew what had
occurred, because the double naughts which
separated the numbers on the official board
opposite the stewards stand were indica-
tive Of a dead heat But 70 majority Of the
spectators this was all Greek.
"A dead heat exclaimed the wise man.
| will they run It oitg'
BOOKS HARD HIT By HALvED BETS.
That was the question that kept the
thousands rooted 10 the spot. Down In
the betting ring an army struggled up
90 ba kcaNlr1 70 find oy1fy What had pCrftrrad
but when it was finally announced that
there would be no run on and that all bets
would be halved long lines formed behind
the layers, who were hard hit as rule on
the result.
Back in the paddock congratulations
we're showered upon both Mr.. Keene and
| Mr.. Richards. Ii was evident that Mr..
Keene was bit disappointed, but, always
the true sportsman, he accepted the result
without murTnur.
OPINIONS OF THE JOCKEYS
Mr.. Richards. on the other hand, was
more than pleased. He said that he ex-
pected Race King would run a good race,
but had no idea that the 1enny colt would
accomplish so much. Louis Smith. the
decentralization Of happiness, said as he
hurried away from the scales:
IF they had run this race of there is no
doubt that Race King would have won
II. He was the stronger at the finish, al
though III admit that both horses we're
DItllN we'll ldE ecu OuNs
Shaw had little TO say. He remarked
that he had ridden Sysonby 70 the best Of
his ability and according TO instructions,
but that in his opinion the Melton colt was
just a trife short.
HOW THE OTHERS FINISHED.
Colonial Girl, who was coupled with
First Mason, at is 70 /, and ran third, came
fully up TO her owners expectation, while
Oxford, the fourth horse, though four
lengths back, finished with & tremendous
turn Of speed. He heat Dolly Spanker by
a length, Mr.. Wilson's gelding having a
small margin over First Mason. Wotan
stopped 20 nothing, while ormonde's Right,
Sc nta Catalina and Joaquin never had a
chance.
Beldame pulled up perfectly sound and
IL was the opinion Of the experts that all
she needs Is several races TO put her in her
old championship form, and 50 the Metro
politsn by far the most sensational in It's
history was deosied before the grea test
crowd that probably ever saw a race in the
East. Had Sysonby won. nothing could
have restraine the crowd from a glorious
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