Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-06-07
By Clarence L. Cullen.

/ III the belmont, dllel tdiVlaiS -
| speeding the horse from all angles. theS
have been fair enough to come out and
say that there is nothing in Great Brit
ain that could live" with Colin. and
that probably he is as good horse as
/ ever raced in the English lsles-wh1ch
is some commentator, when I'VE consider
| the character of some British thorough
| breds we've heard about
| The reInarka BILE thing about Colin is the
| ease with which he does it. He never
| seems 10 be going so very fast. This is
| because his action is absolute perfection.
/ He runs as smoothly as well oiled dy-
| namo, and with as little friction When
| good horses back of him seem TO be
| pumping and Stralning and trying their
| b!amedest. Colin appears TO be merely
| jogging. Timers can scarcely credit their
watches when they see Colin going along
/ in what looks to be such leisurely
! fashion, and then find out how amazing
1 the speed is that he has exhibited while
| apparently taking it so easily.
| Another characteristic of Colin's-and
| this goes for his half-brother, Celt too
| Is that he is one most incorrigible loafer.
| He is docile playful willing. he never
| gets tired, he can't endure the thought of
another horse stepping up alongside of
| him in race and looking him in the eye.
| And yet he is the loafer.
| He seems to feel. when he's loafing
| along out in front, that there isn't any
necessity for all this hot-footing and
! clod- kicking, and he sort of walIows along
| and informs his boy that he's willing to
| let the bunch running back of him sort
of edge UP, so that he won't have to show
| them up SO di gracefully. AT first the
| boys riding Colin used to be afraid OF
| this good-natured loafing propensity OF
| the Commando colt. but they've got all
| over that now. Colin practically runs his
| own race nowadays. His rider isn't afraid
| of his loafing any more, for the instant
! the hoof-thumps in the rear begin to get
| a leetle too audible, why, Colin bounds
| out of his own voiition and lengthens his
stride, and then there isn't a chance on
| earth of anything catching him unless he
| crosses his legs and falls down or steps
| into hole. or something of that sort
| Here is a horse that has won fourteen
straight races. and yet he has never in
| The jockey who rides Colin now. Notter,
| never carries whip when he climbs on
Collins back. Mr.. Keene wouldn't let
! him, and 1t , isn't necessary. anyhow.
| One or two newspaper accounts of the
| Belmont stated that Notter gave Colin
/ realized his mistake as to the finishing
line, and saw that Fair Play was at the
| horses withers. This was an error.
/ Notter only shook the horse up Not
| only did he not use a whip, but he
| didn't even carry one.
| The extraordinary character of what is
called 'Keene luck" is only to be realized
when 1t is said that the best critics rate
| Celt as a colt so close to Colin. his half
brother, that there is really very little to
choose between them. Celt has the same
frctionless action. and he, too, is loafeI
who hates to make the horses behind him
look so foolish. as most of them have al
| ways looked behind him up to the present
| time. Celt is the same kind of a quick
breaker as Colin. and ne always grabs
| the rail and just lummoxes along there
doing what is necessary and not seeming
to be making the least effort to break
any puckering strings There is no ques-
ton but that Celt could have broken the
worlds record for a mile and quarter
when he won the Brooklyn handicap last
Monday had he been in the least pushed
| But he was literally ION the Bit from
flag fall to tape. even though the track
was dead and lacking in residence, and
looking to be merely cantering along in
| the van of his field he clipped the trach
record and furnished a dazzling example
OF speed with the 2.O4 10 that he hung
out.
1t is interesting to watch these two
extraordinary half-brothers in their
stalls. Both of them are absolute kit
] tens for playfulness, a trait which they
inherit from their grandsire. the mighty
Domino who was veritable cut-uL
with his trainers. and handlers, ever
| when he was in the most severe training
The sire of Colin and Celt, however
that fine individual Commando. was not
sweet-tempered horse. SO that the trail
jumped generation in revealing Itself
4 again in Colin and Celt. Colin and Cell
are the great sugar nuzzlerS. Both Of
them are forever poking their muzzles
into Trainer Rowes pocket for the humps
of loaf sugar that he carries around fol
them IF they're good and the rubbers
never have to keep a weather eye on the
heels of these two strangely docile anc
gentle-hearted race horses. 1t is perhaps
their sound good sense and their utter
lack of viciousness that go good dea
toward making champions of this pair.
i Colin, ever since he first came to New
York to the races as a baby two year-old
has had a pal in the shape of little biz
of gray pony. This gray pony was
Collins buddy down on the farm at the
Castledon stud, and they had to fetch the
pony along with Colin. for the latter. alb
solutely refused to play" if the pony
were left behind. AS a matter of fact
they couldn't load Colin into the train tc
fetch him north without showing the pony
into the horse car ahead of him. Colin
declined to undertake the trip without his
matey.
Ever since then the gray pony. which
isn't any thoroughbred at all, but just a
nice little good natured mutt, has beer
get along like couple of cooling pigeons
Colin spends half of his time in his stall
making over the pony, and the pony OBJ
viously is just as much mashed on his fine
big protector.
Colin never appears on tee track for a
! warm-up previous to race that this lit
tie gray pony is not alongside of him
and it is ridiculous to see the pony. witt
his little, short. choppy. foolish stride, try
to keep up with the giant of the game
J Colin seems to feel sort of mean when ir
response to the urging, he las togo out
and desert the pony in order to get up
sweat and start the blood to circulating
and when he is turned around at the end
of the workout he always peers down the
track anxiously for the pony and. when
he espies the little gray, trots over to
him and nuzzles him. as much as to say
II hated to shake You. kid, but they made
me- see?"
4 James r. Keene won more than 10000
In stakes on the New York race tracks
last year. There seems to be no reason
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