News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1915-04-28

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the Vanderbilt cup race. BY the way,
don't think have told you about that.
really saw it, although it was mere
chance. What did care about the Van
derbilt cup, or which one Of thirty tired,
begogeled men got tho keeping of it for
a year? Nothing at all, and it was my
plan to bury myself in the group of ex-
hibit palaces enclosed by the track.
had had to take Joe Mason with me,
because in spite of all my efforts had
not been able to find out where the little
waif belonged. 1t was beautiful after
noon and there were crowds of people
more than 100,00o,in fact-filljng the
grand stands, pressing against the double
guard ropes, clustering in all the ada
cent courts. A polite soldier informed us
that we were too late to cross the avenue
There was thus no way of reaching the
palaces except by the huge wooden
bridge that had been erected over the
course.
1--WE must hurry. Joe'', I cautioned.
Hand in hand, we were rushing down
the corridor of the Horticulture Palace,
lodging some people and running into
others when we stopped on a common
impulse.
1t had begun! The most thrilling part
of it comes before there is anything for
the eye to see, because the ear is receiv-
ing the whole impression. There was
mighty roar in the distance, growing
Nlouder and bringing with it an uncanny
reverberation of the earth as we'll as the
air, and then three cars burst into sight,
one after another, whizzing over the
asphalt with thunder that struck the
sides of the buildings and bounded back
to add to the next trio. Father, racing
car looks like a big dumbbell made of
colored fur-a blurry ball where the car
is, q bury ball where the car was, and
narrow, confused blur in between. Per-
haps this is because the retina cannot
get all the impressions. BY the time it
has taken two, the car has passed.
The first burst of speed, while auto
mobiles were we'll spaced, was tremen-
dous-eighty miles an hour or more.
Sometimes we couldn't see the numbers.
l kept telling myself that it was foolish
and absurd that thirty-two men should
throw themselves in the face of death
just to see which one could cover three
hundred miles first and that thousands
and thousands of people should stand
and sit around to see them do it, but at
the same time was thrilled and fasci-
mated, rooted to the spot, wildly excited
when any one car passed another, al
though didn't know the occupants of
either.
Dragging Joe away was like pulling a
fly out of molasses, but it was accom-
plished. We crossed the bridge over the
flying racers and entered the cool depths
of the Palace of Education. But imme-
diately we discovered door on the op-
polite side, and in less time than you can
think, Joe and l were in the Court of
Palms, watching the race again. At in
tervals l took my reluctant charge into |
the various buildings, but always that |
distant, mysterious boom of onrushing |
drew us back into the open.
We made the circuit of all the courts, I
and late in the afternoon took up our |
station on the Esplanade. By that time
the excitement was intense.
"Here comes Barney, cried somebody,
and suppressed cheer rippled down the
line.
didn't know Barney Oldfield from
Chauncey Olcott, but cheered with the
rest of them, because it's the losing fell
low who needs encouragement. Even
then, barring accidents, the winner was
evident.
''Sure he'll get it,, drawled man be-
hind me. HE could, stop for another
dish of spagett' and then have time to
beat the bunch"
You see the winners family tree did
not take root in American soil, but the
applause that greeted him as he rode
Town the Avenue of Palms after the
victory showed that he has a warm place
n everyone's regard.
Concluded next week.