New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-07-11
THE NEW DERBY
A Bitter Piece of Satire by a Brit
ish Patriot.
From tn, March,ster Guardian)

broad sunny High Street Of Newmarket TO-
day and succeeded in selling me pair OF
spectacles. This spectacle maker said that ne
sold spectacles at race meetings, ana that
there were not many race meetings now, but
still race meeting was the place where he
was wanted.
He explained: az can sell them all right
on the racecourse far better than | can sell
them in n market place. Cause why! cause
you get the right sort Of customers there
men Of the world that looks things in the
face, serious men with money about them
| TRY and read that first line, sir, just to see
what your eyesight isl No; of course can't
sell them when folks watchin' the race,
but sell EN- between races. P'r'aps some
one will cry 4 can't see what's won.' Then /
goes 10 him wi these gold-rimmed spectacles
what's in the bag and | SEE: Try these,
Mister Sport You'll see what you ought to
see And he looks and sees things he couldn't
see beforehand there you are. I've sold forty
pair day at n race meetin. Everybody at a
race r1eetin' should have them glasses Try
the top line, sir. the small type. The dini-
oultics of the war is due'-Go on, sir
Continued the reading OF his testing script
TO the abg-rce of organization by whlch
the ntle-bodi,d men under the age limit
could fight and the able bodied men over the
age limit could give their best to the service
Of the state"
your sights not bad, sir, but you'd best
buy pair Of my eght-snd-six gold-rimmed
Iunrivalled, unparalleled spectacles. No Eng
llshinen should be without them, least of all
az a race meetin."
"Can / see a winner with Them"
"You can see to Flanders with them. You
can see what you ought to see
HIS voice seemed to have changed some
how, and when | turned to speak to him he
had vanished little dingy man, with beady
eyes end hooked nose, and with queer round
mouth with irregular teeth that looked like n
watch. But | heard his voice among the
crowd in the sunny street Of Newmarket, and
| think heard him on the racecourse, too,
crying his unparalleled spectacles as the best
thing in the world for men at a race meeting.
The People and the Horses.
It is not like EPSON. There was no great
panorama of spreading lavender distance such
as you got from the grandstand at old Der
bies But it is a comely green place, with
very green grass and gentle slopes and beau
tiful dark woods The paddock is a young
beech wood very cool place for the horses
before the race to move round and round,
spotted by shadows and surrounded by sport
Ii ing gentlemen. They were mt ch as usual
this year incredibly like the cartoons in old
VANITY Fairs" and the drawings of long,
lean. apple faced Englishmen in Leech's illus
trations TO "Jorrocks." There were few
wom.n and many officers in khaki. There was
Mr.. Chaplin and Sir Ernest Cassel, but there
was no Lord Lonsdale.
There were tremendous fields. One race
l. l. l..
you fGncy?" was the question put by one
major general to another. All the racing of
this summer was concentrated into this week
at Newmarket. Otherwise racing has been
stopped in England during the war. In some
races the horses had to line up in two rows,
and the starter is said to have shouted
I"Cfnrge!" 1t was very gay, very brisk very
orderly.
over the way in the stands the bookmakers
were in fine voice. Their note had not been
heard on the English countryside since racing
came to a sudden stop at Windsor on May
D. Tie "tic-tac" men, perched on precarious
positions on the edge of the grandstand, were
signalling with extraordinary vivacity to the
! bookmakers in the cheaper rings the odds
the ring bookmakers conceded them. Well
dressed, weedy-looking young mon regarded
very severely the horses in the paddock that
were ABOUT 10 90 tnelT pest.
i And Beyond.
But the unparalleled spectacles spoiled it
all / wish ! had never put them on.
looking to see the numbers of the winning
horses going up but the spectacles showed
me something all different. 1t a place
of clay, not chalk, and the countryside was
quite empty. There were lot of long
broken lines, and lot of little dark shapes
lii 1,aa - h.
small, solid, white clouds near an aeroplane
and small black clouds were bursting in The
near distance, and there were disturbances in
the ground every now and then throwing up
clods and sprays of earth Suddenly crowd
of little khaki figures seemed to squirt out
4 of the lines at different parts. SO quick they
we're that humanity seemed like fluid, and
/ | founo myself thinking queerly Of the rush
of htevily built men into the too few empty
landaIs at the station an hour before.
u The Khaki figures ran on, and the foremost
were throwing their bombs when quick frers
seemed to unmask from somewhere on both
TANKS snd the stream of khaki seemed to sink
into the ground. Another burst of khaki
began further along, and part Of it got right
up to the line. Then 1t, too, seemed to soak
into the soil, and again a much bigger attack
suddenly rose out of the ground and was over
tne NCImdn pdTdpeI, anu some Oh tne URuTeS
in the ground tried to follow. But some
thing had happened again, and the whole
attack was coming back. Lack of supports
of artillery, of shells-whatever it was, they
were coming back, slowly, too, and paying for
their pride with their lives
could see right into the trenches now,
and wounded officer lying on the bottom
of the trench was talking to a staff officer
He said 81 told you it was murder when
you slowed me the plan. | told you we
couldn't do it without a bigger preparation
Why weren't they shelled fiat? We've done
what we could. but told you what it was
last night" The staff officer said "All right
Bob. You're the third Of my friends this
week who has told me the same thing. But
you We come back anyway. It'll be all right
in a hundred years It's not jam for me-"
The wounded officer replied: at should be
all right now if everybody was doing his bit.
It's getting bit serious