The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-02-18
HUNTINGTON BUSY
DODGING BOBSLEDS
All Get Out Of the Way but
Cat. Funeral Procession
and Grocer's Sleigh.
PUSSY SCARS TO TREES
But the Tarantula Wins the
Contest. SO Home Folk
Forgive Racers.
PUSSY SCARS TO TREES

HrNrtNcroN J.. l., Feb. t1.--I.ike a
bullet from n gun twenty foot bob
sled streaked down Cold Spring hill this
afternoon. hurled a cat In the general d.
recticn OF Greenlawn. Northport. Kings
Park. smithtown. ST James. Flowerheld.
stony Brook. Setauket and other points
eastward on the wading River branch OF
the Long Island Railroad: split a funeral
procession. splintered grocers delivery
sleigh. upset a 1.200 pound lady horse and
tossed its passengers, the Coroner's son.
T.. Murray Gibson. and his crew Of seven
teen, ten feet UP and forty feet out In
every direction on the we'll known com
pass.
1t is necessary to mention these cpl
sodes of the night OF Murray Gibson's rae
ing bob Cadillac at the bobsled carnival
here this afternoon because you may not
be able to see In your favorite movie
house, a few weeks or months from now.
pictures Of the cat leaving for the East.
Of the surprised drivers OF the funeral
carriages, Of the huiniliating predicament
Of Tony Romano's mare Elisabeth or OF
the marvellous parabolas described by
tho bobsledders.
The movie men couldn't be everywhere
at once. and It's eight to five that no
camera shutter In the world ever worked
fast enough to catch that cat when II rose
above the treetops.
There hadn't been a bobsled tourna-
ment out here for three years until to-
day, 20 you can imagine what Main street
looked like when Harry Willets, king OF
tho carnival. galloped from the post Office
80 (>l ,x.ts u
Yelling to 5000 spectators from twenty
villages and towns that they had better
crowd back from the curbs II they didn't
want to spend six weeks In the hospital.
Harry was a little excited no doubt.
hut the success OF the carnival was up to
him. since the Board OF Trade hadn't
taken much interest in the carnival this
year. Anyway the crowd was there. SOL
idly packed along Main street and ready
TO bet on likely hobs. Not less than
81 900 was wagered before the afternoons
sport was over.
For most OF the night Harry Willetts
had men packing down the half mile
course from the hill Just west OF the vii
lage. and the fire department came out
carly and wet down the hardened snow.
The incline was fast as glass when the
side began To try it out Just before noon.
At that hour Huntington resembled
Nineola on county fair day, city folk.
farmers and villagers swarining through
:he village. talking horse, trading horses.
eating hot dogs getting their pictures
aiken and whooping II up for the cham
plon bobsledders OF their villages. Half
. dozen moving picture men lounged
bout waiting.
"Grnb 'Em B0ys:"
Right into the midst OF the crowd burst
ihr-" men who wer. undoubtedly in n
5urry. slick looking fellows. not known
lround here Constable Fl Human pounded
up Main street Yelling "Pickpockets. boys
Grab EN- and just behind I'D was
Marion Thurston, Eds cousin, shouting
&c: the crooks" SO loudly that people
IN Syosset must have heard him.
A moving pictur. producer was eX-
cited that he ran after the pickpockets.
appealing Hey, slow up bit, cant
vOuT Let us get a film" And five hundred
citizens and visitors took up the chase
which ended with furry and wrestle
in the snow and the capture of the
enemies OF the law.
The movie men ran of fine Aims OF this
bit OF action and since sleds were shooting
past the rumpus every few seconds and
most of the prominent citizens of Hun
tlngton were within lens range it will be
considerable picture.
Two dog fights and runaway helped
some until =. NJ. when the prize races
began. Up on Cold Spring Hill were the
big hobs. the kind you used to build and
steer when you were a kid in New Eng
land or out West--twenty footers some
Of them. a plank set on Two sleds fore and
an with a steering Vheel like an autos.
To-day's racers were elaborate affairs.
hardly one of them costing less than $3.50
with their fixings and trimmings. The
principal entries were the Tarantula OF
Huntington. the prize winner Of 1911.
owned by Ray Hubs. William Jones and
Bob Matthews; the Locust Valley 1911.
owned by Harry Dudgeon OF Locust VAL
ley; Murray Gibson's Cadillac, VIII Bur-
dicks Alec and Lozer 4 OF Ossining
Mike Fasan's Peggy O'Brien. Charley
Smiths Dorothy. the Uncle Sam. Grey
hound. Mary and Iron Foundry Of Hun
tington: the Stamford Of Stamford,
Conn. the Huntington Of Cold Spring
Harbor and the Domino Of Cold Spring
Harbor; the Independent Nineteen
Eleven. Red Cloud and Velocity OF Locust
Valley; the Kankee Dixie, Candy Kid.
Henrietta and Big Stick OF Oyster Bay.
and the NOrthport of Northport
Most OF them carried crews OF seven.
teen or eighteen men. but the bob that
got the most applause was the Greyhound
which flew "A suffragette banner and was
manned by seventeen girls In white knitted
uoV''t vH''' bNNhtcIb D1u0 bhITtS
Gtrls Tossed About.
Occasionally the Greyhound turned owe,
while making sixty miles an hour, bu
nobody minded, not even tho Greyhound'i
crew. and the movie men nearly wen
cyazy trying TO Aim these upsets anc
get In all the little details OF costum,
that women make 30 much OF and mer
know so little about.
The really important persons In all tn,
hullabaloo and excitement were Ed Hen
bricks of Oyster Bay f. l.. Matthews O.
Locust Valley and r. F. Quincy OF Green
lawn, the judges and timers. their stane
was down In the village at the fnishin,
mark. The course was patrolled by Mt,
volunteers.
a yell like bursting bomb and a serie
OF yells crescendo marked the Night o
the heavy racers as they came singin,
down the half mile course like six incl
shells When they SHE'D from tho course
or the hand OF the steersman wavere,
. only slightly. over went the big bobs an,
up into the air went the passengers 4
drop into two feet OF soft snow At tn
boundaries Of the course