New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1920-07-11

l ~" A Ai&e0 sA2S C0L4 AAA<AAS AS QUE Oh
the. finest two-year-old achievements
of recent years, and took the sting
out of the general disappointment
over the failure of the favorite. n. r.
| Whitney's heavily played Broom Spun,
But Of that anon.
| A buzz of excitement picked up
volume till it Numbered into a roar
as the, relocated herald squeezed
| through the throngs at the paddock
the track for review before the run
| ming of the Dwyer. Samuel Riddle,
who loves Man O. War as the baby
! daughter loves her Teddy Bear, had
Man o. War led to the. post.
This was not for the effect, as many
| believed. Mr.. Riddle declared it his
| opinion that the presence Of the UNI
usual throng that limned the cutter track
rail clear to the paddock and beyond
son of Fair Play nervous He was
taking no chances of having Man o,
War beaten, for he realized, as most
every one else present realized, that
Man o. War was to face the hardest
test of his brilliant career.
| John P. Grier, like Man o. War, is a
strapping big chestnut three-year -old.
In his last outing against Donnaconna,
Natural Bridge, Wood Violet and Re-
count he looked the Man o War all
over in every particular But, hand
some as he is, he had to suffer in COM
parison to his conqueror yesterday as
the two paraded to the post.
! It needed not the black and yellow
to speak the champion a league off.
Man o. War was every inch the
thoroughbred. Even John r. Grier
seemed to sense the comparison. for
he lost little time in getting away from
the spellbound awe with which the
great throng regarded it's idol and
scampered to the post, where he mis-
behaved like spoiled child whose pet
chair has Been given to- asy556ting tot.
John P. Grier Misbx8aves
There was a delay at the post be-
cause John P. Grier thought he was a
rocking horse and tried to stand on
his head. How Man O. War behaved
/ could not be seen. He was screened
from the press box view by the foliage
inside the chute where the mile and
furlong start is made.
Mars Cassidy finally got the pair
off just like we'll matched team. They
broke into view racing muzzle to
muzzle. And then cry went up, a
! shout of great exultation as with a
gan to draw away.
| 1t looked for moment as if Kun
mer intended to break John P. Grier's
heart at the start. In hundred yards
Man O. War drew off nearly to full
lengths lead. But Grier was right
after him. To the outside he flew,
stride for stride, and little by little,
! inch by inch began to make up his
early disadvantage. At the end of the
first quarter he had cut down the lead
to half length. At the end of half
\ oh oc%
What beautiful sight it was to
see them! Hummer and Ambrose were
crouched low after the American
fashion of jockeyship, each with his
mount we'll in hand, though both were
| flying over the ground at a speed
never before attained by American
thoroughbreds in a race. 1t seemed
almost as if they were whispering into
the ears Of their mounts, counseling,
imploring them to break each others
heart.
Champion Draws Rail
Man o. War had drawn the rail posi-
ton and as John P. Grier was Tapped
on him throughout the gruelling run
up the backstretch it meant inevitably
the long route for Whitney's chal-
Ienger. Ambrose's only hope was to
race Man o. War into the ground under
the latter's heavy impost, and that is
lust what he attempted to do.
AS the first turn was reached the
| Whitney colt was only nose behind
the Riddle marvel. They swung round
the long bend as nearly together as
anyone could imagine. Iced as he
neared the stretch turn j...n r. Grler
/ gained slightly.
It could be seen even at that dis
lance that Hummer was concerned; ne
crouched just trifle lower and urged
the great Man o'War to his best
Grier, which had lost slightly in the
swing into the stretch now began to
come up again.
And then, once more, they we're nose
/ to nose-rhythmical fell the strides;
fresh and strong the pair raced as at
the start without sign of falter. And
then, inch by inch, John P. Grler be-
/ gan to forge to the front. Outside the
/ furlong pole ummer drew his whip.
"Grier is winning! Grier is win
ninp!" whined voice on the stairs.
There was no exultation in thu. cry
The big crowd almost could be heare
to sob.
But with the first flick of the whip
Man o'War responded as only Man
o'War can respond. He bounded away
under the goad as he bounds away from
the barrier But extend hlmselI as ne
could he made no appreciable differ
ence to Grier's slight lead for hun
dred yards or so.
i Grier Hangs ON Gamely
1 Grier hung on gamely, hung on al
& most to the final sixteenth pole. Wher
Ambrose felt the first sign OF weak
I ness he went diligently to the whip
But no horse could stand that chal
lenge Of, Man o'W&r. The superhorss
was up to his challenger at last look
ing him viciously in the eye and laugh
ing, perhaps, horse laugh If sucf
things are done in equine circles.
John r. Grier had given to Amoros'
the very best he had, but that bes
wasn't good enough. He was DRUM
and staggering outside the final six
teenth and he stopped. as anything
must stop when it reaches the limit o
Immediately Grier wa
:. beaten Hummer wisely eased his noun
and he rolled through the last SAX
teenth to brilliant two-lengths vic
.He (John P. Grier) had his head i
. front Of me for q second at the eight
| MOLE" said Hummer after the race
. abut the moment / went after Ma
q, war in earnest that good horse wen
right along about his business.
Il ~Was he all in? Well, when horse
run like they did from tho start some