The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1915-11-10

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HOW SALVADOR WON
In@ gate aroN was thrown open rode out alone
am but a Jockey, yet shout upon shout;
A4 sr the nsrs that rang from that crowd
My thrilled with pleasure so keen it was PAIN
As atted my Salvatore soft silken name;
And sweet shiver shot from his hide to my hand
AS we passed by the multitude down to the stand.
The great waves of cheering came biowing back,
AS the hoos of brave Tenny swift down the track;
He stood there beside u.s. all bone and all muscle,
That waited us there the smooth, shining course.
My Salvador, fair to the lovers of horse
AS a beautiful woman is fair mans sight-
Pure type of the thoroughbred ceanlimbed and bright
And nothing at all unexpected or new.
And then, there before the bright flag is spread
There's roar from the grand stand and Tennys ahead
He sprang like an arrow shot straight from bow
] tighten the reins on Prince Charleys great son
He is off like rocket, the race is begun
Scarce room twizt their noses to wedge in feather
Past grand stands, and judges in neck o,neck strife
press my knees closer, him, urge,
ss s him hmm sc out a with c S n snd s%e By stride
While backward, still backward, falls Tenny beside
We are nearing the turn, the first quarter is past
'Twixt leader and chaser the daylight is cast
grace freeimbed swift a fawn;
His awkwardness vanished, his muscles all strained
A noble opponent well born and well trained.
I glanced o'er my shoulder, ha! Tenny, the cost
OF that seconds tagging will be-the race lost
One seconds weak yielding of courage and strength,
And the daylight between has doubled its length.
The first mile is covered, the race is mine-no
For the blue blood of Tenny responds to a blow.
He shoots through the air like ball from gun,
And the two lengths between are shortened med, to one
For Tennys long neck is at Salvatore rump;
And with courage, grown holder and Dolder
I him running shoulder to shoulder
With knees hands and body press my grand steed
urge him, coax him, pray him to heed
Oh, Salvador Salvador! list to my calls,
For the blow of whip will hurt both If it falls
There's a from the crowd like the ocean in storm,
AS close my saddle leaps Tennys great form.
mighty plunge, and with knee, limb and hand,
lift my horse first by past the stand.
We are under the string now-the great is DONE
Salvador Salvador, Salvador won!
Cheer, hoar-headed patriarchs; cheer loud, I say;
IT'S the of a century witnessed today!
Though live twice the space that's allotted TO men,
Ye will such grand race again
Let the shouts of the popuace roar like the SURF:
Salvador, Salvador, king OF the turf,
Has broken the Of thirteen long years.
He has the first place in a vast line OF peers
Twas a neck to-neck contest, grand, honest race
And even his enemies grant him his place
Down the dust let old records be hurled
hang out 2:05 in the gaze of the world
Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Submitted by J. q. j.
tn. aove nem was suggested Salvador
established running record OF 2:oo Inc Word
credits against time at the Monmou
track The referred to in the poem pro
ly took place that