The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-05-22

with The Picket in the middle Of the line at her
girth and Dandelion close up The rest came in
a scattering bunch and In jify they were oil
lying down to 1t like pack of greyhounds
with the sand and gravel kissing in volleys about
the Jockeys ears. There nothing in that
bunch that could head Roseben in a six-furlong
sprint, and the crowd hung GREATNESS IN their
places to his expected rush.
He got away fourth, and having only Oxford
between him and the RAIL- laid holly for the
leaders. AS they swept past the grandstand the
blue and gold above Roseben's withers Ill
second place. They came and went like wild
gale thru a forest, and the noise of their hoofs
died away like the far roll of drums.
At the half the bobbing head and haring
trils Of Roseben came out Of the press and half
furlong further he was flying in front like
a wild bird in front of a. storm.
: II. Roseben in Front.
"Oh If he only has lungs equal to his legs"
somebody yelled Roseben was: leading by
length and half, with Delhi coming like loco
motive behind Next came Dandelion. while
Merry Lark had fallen back into the dust fog.
Even at this point 1t was seen that O'Neil on
Dandelion had set out to catch Roseben by
mere speed, when every other jockey apparently
knew that Roseben would die and and come back
at the seven-furlong post.
Foot by foot and yard by yard. O'Neil drove
Dandelion up to even terms with Roseben and
then the great sprinter. his heart bursting with
effort began to go back from sheer inability to
hold the pace further. Behind him and behind
the sturdy Dandelion came other horses better
fitted for the distance, flying along like the liv-
ing chariot Of the Apocalypse And so it was
that Roseben was done for, and swallowed up IN
the ruck.
But that ill-advised rush also finished Dan
delion Coming into the stretch the speedy
chestnut still had the legs of the field with
Proper well up, Merry Lark in the middle of the
bunch and Delhi absolutely last. = :!
Here Comes 1.-THE Dog .
At the last furlong post there came from some
unknown locality in the rear a gangling dust
covered vision that ran like a scared jackrabbit
or woman fleeing from mouse. 1t was Old
Lady Tokalon. She had worked UP patiently
had passed everything but Dandelion and The
Picket. The Jockeys behind her looked on in
dismay, as she set sail for The Picket, over.
hauled him. cut him down and then went hard
and fast for Dandelion.
That useless sprint after Roseben had told
heavily On the Hitchcock horse, and when called
upon for the supreme effort at the last hundred
yards he was unequal to the task .-s.
Bedell4 brought Tokalon on and on and fifty
| to him and fought him back into second place
by. a neck, with The Picket third.
In this order they Numbered over the finish
line. e ,~ y
Then above the tumults of hoofs arose the deem
| clamor-the bnll-like roaring of 10000 voices
mingled with the shrill screaming of number
less women who had won the who had
| lost their patrimony and knocked the stufhng ont
| OF their husbands pocketbooks.
For the first time the Brooklyn handicap had
| been Won by new horse and a new Jockey.
| The judges ordered Bedell to parade Tokalon uu
| past the field stand in honor of the occasion
ana great was the enthusiasm thereat.