New-York tribune., 1920-10-13

days historic struggle was staged, Is a
course of many shortcomings. It is
built on the railway yards adjoining
and opposite to the Devonshire track,
and of necessity the grandstand faces
the sun. 1t is difficult to watch horses.
especially late in the afternoon at this
time Of the year. To-day it was par
ticuiarly warm. hot almost as August,
and a relentless sun hammered down
on the masses in the bleachers and the
ffont rows of the grandstand. KeniI-
worth has no clubhouse. The aristo-
Gratis, and there were hundreds and
the United States and the Dominion.
had to sit out in the boxes and re-
served sections, which were unshaded.
More Than $4,000 See Race
More than thirtytwo thousand were
crowded into racing plant ostensibly
built to accommodate a third of that
number at most. The great mass of
spectators relieved the monotony Of
the colorless surroundings, for the
track is set in q somewhat wild coun
try, which is flat as pancake for
miles around.
Almost we had forgotten to mention
one of the striking features of this
CldSSlC VI tuTl HlSLOTy. 1naC was the
fact that Man O. War paid $2.1O on a
mutucl ticket of 81, or at the odds Of
l to 20. This was somewhat of q
surprise to one who had been on the
ground for several days. "a.
1t was expected that the loyal Cana
dians would throw in their money in
bales to back Sir Barton's chances. But
after the arrival of the Eastern con-
tingent and the avidity with which thev
assaulted the Iron steeds" the pride
of patriotism cooled a bit and johnny
Canuck was content to sit back and
await eventualities without his custom
ary reckless abandon. Man O. Wars
admirers had a good laugh at them
selves when it was over on the 'chicken
feed" and lunch money collected.
There wasn't such thing as con-
test. Keogh's description pens the pic
ture as we'll as words may. 1t was
never, at any time, race, at least not
after the first seventy-fve yards That
great big, handsome three-year-o colt
the throat and raced him into the
ground in about three eighths of a mile.
No horse but Man o. War could follow
such pace and live, and be it remem-
bered Man O. War was making that pace
m ost of the way, and making it under
snug hold.
multitude of couple of thousand
of the 5000 in the 1nfield collected
around the starting post, which was
seventy-five yards beyond the stretch
turn, and somewhat screened the view
of the start from the stands. Man O.
War did not appear quite so fractious
as usual, though twice he tried to break
away under the barrier. When they
finally got the word Sir Barton, on the
rail, broke a good length in front and
held his advantage till he showed clear
in the straight.
And then Man o. War started to run.
Stride for stride he came after Sir
Barton, but in each of his giant strides
he picked up good yard or more And
he was laundering down rhythmicallv,
relentlessly, tirelessly. Even as, he
charged Frankie Keogh drew his whip
and cut Sir Barton wickedly once.
twice, thrice. But Man O. War had
seen his prey in front and there was
no denying him. Sir Barton was doing
his best. But he could not maintain
the pace even flor a furlong.
Develops Into a Procession
At the end of furlong this widely
heralded match between Americas
two greatest thoroughbred champions