Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-12-11

bediamio centre Of the Garden, our
Madison Square Garden of a thou
sand traditions: The candy man, with
his hot frankfurter neighbor; the
seller of things. that wound up and
went" when he showed them, but
we're never known to repeat the per-
formance; the-but to get to the
riders.
Riders Incidental.
It's a funny thing, but after you
have watched the riders for a little
while they become. in a way, incl
dental, unless they start "jam"-
that's most correct, feminine readers,
and ever so much more professional
to use than the word sprint" which
is quite for the ninitiated-perhaps
1t is because one knows they are
there, riding, riding, riding around
and around, ten laps to make mile,
ten more laps to make another; that,
no matter how attention wanders,
when one looks again they will still
be there, going, going. going like so
many machines. Riders change.
Their partners ride out to relieve
them, but always the ensemble Is
the same. It is only when the liam"
starts that interest runs riot, and
the sleepy mob shouts itself into
alert wakefulness.
There's Jackie Clark" said a man
to me. "over there, In front OF his
camp"
Camp? I saw nothing that looked
like camp.
Right down there" said the man,
maternity, where those wheels are
That's camp. There is a whole row
of them"
Oh! Those camps.
Camps, indeedl Packing boxes.
wherein lay mattresses, on which the
resting cyclists reposed between
turns, ready to tumble out at a mo-
ment's notice, surrounded by the par
aphernalia of their profession. also by
sandwiches, and glasses of milk, and
other eatables.
Mr.. mcfarland, THE Mister Mac
Farland, told me that cyclist in a
six-day race eats more than the av-
erage pedestrian could dream of.
He took me down to the quarters of
the racers. / saw huge pans of
beans, roasts of beef and what not.
with two big cooks industriously
turning out more, more of everything.
would you believe" said Mr. Mac
Farland, impressively. that it's moth
ing at all for these men to eat TWEEN
ty-four eggs day."
"Each?" My mind flew to the cost
of eggs.
Each" said he And now we know
something as to the cost OF such an
undertaking as a six-day race. They
are strictly fresh eggs. too.
We penetrated further into the
quarters.
you see," said Mr.. MacFarIand,
cts very comfortable down here
Their beds are arranged 80 that they
get plenty of air and they have a
tub bath every morning, to get them
limbered up for the day. Here's the
tub
The tub didn't impress me- 1t was
too zinc-y. I like nice, shiny porce-
lain. But then, there are lots of
things about a six-day racers life
that / wouldn't like Which again
brings up the question of viewpoint,
masculine versus feminine. We are
not sports, decidedly, we women.
Riders Wives Present.
The racers wives. those that saw,
proved this. Mrs Elmer Collins was
there with her baby, a handsome
youngster, who regarded his daddy's
queer cycling clothes with consterna-
ton, but consented to be Rugged,
nevertheless Mrs. Jackie Clark was
there too, In clothes soft and taupe
color and feminine, and not looking
at the track at all. Her husband
wasn't riding at the time, but
wouldn't she have been looking. new
ertheless, IL she had been interested
from a sporting standpoint?
All the worlds n circle. after one
has watched the track for a time
Hope, ambition, endeavor-where do
they lead us? Back to the tape from
which we started, a little wiser, q
little sadder, and a little tired.
Let's hurry and put on our rose
colored glasses and pretend not to see
the gray of it at all; the gray that
is the color of endurance.