Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-02-06

He kept it up while Shrubb in vain tried
to establish standing on full Mara
thon course. which is ten miles over his
distance. The Britisher was beaten, but
not disgraced.
AS Shrubb was led to his quarters
when he became helpless at the middle
of the twenty-fifth mile he was cheered
for his plucky work AS soon as he got
his breath be made this statement:
Please convey my congratulations to
Tom Longboat. He is the greatest Mara
thon runner alive, In my opinion. I have
no excuses to offer for my defeat. I am
purely dfteen-mile runner"
The time of the race as Longboat leaped
easily home was hours 53 minutes 40 2-5
seconds. This is nearly nine minutes be-
hind the Dorando-Hayes record.
The Craze Has Grown.
That the craze is still alive for distance
work was evidenced by the crowd that
filled every seat and flowed into the
streets and avenue surrounding the gar
den. 1t was believed that when Hayes
and Dorando met in the first Marathon
engagement in New York the affair would
live to be a memory as unique contest
in grit and endurance. But not so.
The Marathon race became the thing.
and every city of consequence in the
country has had its long-distance run
since; to the great stimulation of the
athletic game all the way through. In
fact, the Marathon idea has worked its
way into every line of sport down to even
Marathon pie-eating contest But the
wiseacres said it would never repeat its
success in New York.
Well, you ought to have been in the
vicinity of Madison Square Garden last
night when II was near the moment to
throw open the doors. There was a jam,
scuffle and a crush that is dear to New
Workers and has become classified as a
reasonable cause of defense in murder
cases. 1t is known as Subwayitis. Every
body who likes contest between men In
any sort of endeavor that calls for the
best they have in muscle, heart and brain
was there.
To write the roster would be like call
ing the roll of New York notables in poll
ties. society. sport and finance. So you
can guess who was there and your guess
will be right nine times out of ten.
In five-mile race. which was served
Up sort of appetizer before the big
event. Bob Hallen OF this city ran away
from Mike Spring, the former Marathon
winner of Brooklyn. Before a hundred
yards had been run the result was fore
seen. Hallen sprinted away and with
every jump increased his lead until at the
end of the third mile the New Yorker was
on the Brookiynite's heels for lap.
He remained behind only few yaros,
though when he again started a sprint
he moved away. and as the last lap was
announced he sprinted and crossed the
finish line nearly two laps ahead. The
race was a slow one. Hallen covering the
Shrubb First on the Scene.
In the big event Shrubb was the first
to show on the track. He was accom-
panied by Arthur Duffy, his manager
who was formerly the greatest hundred
yard Splinter in the world and an adept
I'm beating the gun. The band played
the reviewing march of the Grenadier
Guards, but Duffy didn't like 1t evidently
a
breast and felt as if he was in Hyde Park
at a erview. He appeared to be in fine
trim as he dashed once around to timber
up. But Shrubb was never out Of condi-
tion since he took up the racing game.
Big Tim Sullivan, accompanied by
small Pat Powers. strobe down the track
few minutes before O'clock. and the
band played Killarney" That's near
Tins birthplace, and 1t got the Wurra
Wurra chorus going all right. There was
big bunch of them there. but the little
English runner got really hearty well
come from the crowd. which seemed to be
perfectly impartial in its applause. Har-
ward University sent Shrubb telegram
wishing him luck.
Peter Prunty. from a box at the 4th
avenue entrance. announced at 9:15 tue
officers of the contest. who were: Tim
Hurst. referee, and Al Copeland, chief
scorer.
big Tim" Starts Them OF.
At 9:19 Tim Sullivan fired a shot
the first in his life-and the English
man and Canadian started on the Jour-
ney of twenty-six miles, 4S5 yards Shrubb
started off at breakneck pace. The
Indian trailed for three laps about two
yards behind, and It was plain that
Shrubb was out to do his man by kill
ing him off early.
In the fourth lap Tom Flanagan, man.
ager for Longboat, called of Longboat
and told him to take it easy. This was
much to the Indians disgust because
he appeared to be in fine fettle and APP
parently was out for blood. The first
mile was done In 4 minutes 90 seconds,
with Shrubb three-quarters of a Nap
ahead. AT the eleventh turn the Eng