The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-10-21
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mark of all at this track.
 Soap boxes and newspapers were brought into play as they began the long vigil till race time.
 But the crowd was cosmopolitan Just across the muddy stretch sep arating the infield from the eXclu- sive promenade of the wealthy were stylishly clad ladies and perfectly tailored, cane laden men, sitting on the grass munching sandwiches pre- pared in an attractive box at an ex- pensive hotel,I Their brothers un- der the skin unwrapped their noon- day snack from heavy brown wrap ping paper.
 It. was the most distinguished, yet mixed audience that ever viewed a race in America.
 The first race on the days card was watched by scarcely 20,000 peo- pie, but as the preliminaries to the big classic were run off, the crowds increased until, by the time the third race had been run and the throng awaited the appearance of Zev and Papyrus for the next event, 10000 men, women and children were cran- ing their necks for a view of the barrier. faI
 Nervous Before Start.
 Before going to the barrier, Zev was nervous, eager to be off. It was all that Earl Sande, Americas pre- mier jockey, could do to bring the horse quietly to the starting line.
 At the barrier, Papyrus stood like a statue. Zev pranced about and was turning when the tape flashed up.
 The old familiar racing roar, They're off" sent up as Donoghle shot Papyrus out ahead. The crowds kx1 that Sande had let the tiny Irish jockey get the jump on him. but it was only moment before a roar of triumph swelled again.
 Before Papyrus had settled into his stride, Sande had shot Zev past him on the rail- and at the 100-yard mark was half length ahead.
 The appearance of the American horse out in front set the crowd wild.
 At the first furlong, which was run in thirteen seconds, Zev was a length ahead and as they took the turn Donoghue fell back to the rail. At the quarter, which Zev had nego- tiated in "A 4-5, Donoghuc was trying to get Papyrus up, but Zev was flashing along with speed that would not be denied.
 The third flrlong was run in IF 1-5 seconds, speed which Papyrus found it impossible to match and at the half-mile post Zev had left the open space between him and the English horse.
 JeaIousies Forgotten.
 By this time all the animosities aroused by the selection of the Ran cocas colt, all the jealousies, all the misgivings that had threatened to mar the first international match of l. f0Fonttan ican horse was out there, winning.
 Another furlong, and Donoghue was seen to be making his drive, with all his skill, and he has ridden three consecutive Derby winners, the little Irish jockey urged on his mount.
 Papyrus was willing, but he could not match Zev's speed. At the half way mark he succeeded in getting his nose up to Zev's saddle girths, but it was his final effort.
 As Papyrus drew up Sande sent Zev flying out ahead. For a minute it looked as though the English horse was standing still for it was in the next furlong just before the mile post was reached that Zev opened gap which Papyrus never could close. Then they hit the turn on the far side, with Donoghue riding for all he was worth but in vain pursuit.
 At the mile and quarter as they came around into the turn Zev had opened up a lead two lengths.
 Now was the time, if ever, for Papyrus' vaunted strength in the final rush.
 Straight Lane To Finish.
 Before the straining horses and their diminutive dynamos astride. straight lane opened to the finish line.
 On either side was solid wall of yelling humanity. On their left was the centerfield crowd, the Roman mob, out for holiday. On their right. banked in the towering stand, were the arstocrats of turfdom.
 But it was Zev who stretched his long dark legs triumphantly in the final dash. Papyrus was running smoothly, but a little laborously. Zex opened up more and more dis tance as they thundered down to the judges stand. At the finish he was five lengths ahead, with something in hand, while Papyrus could not gain an inch.
 They came back to the judges stand where Earl Sande, on Zev, was greeted by 8 thunder of cheering. Basil Jarvis, trainer of Papyrus, was the first to congratulate the little American rider as Sande slipped from the saddle.
 Harry F. Sinclair was almost too overcome for words, hugged his jockey before the police closed in and escorted Sande to the jockeys room.
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 Muddy Track To Liking.
 Zev proved his slass to those doubting critics who had felt that he was not the best threeyear-old on this side. On a muddy track, which he found to his liking, the Sinclair horse ran his own race, splendidly ridden by Earl Sande. and was the victor all the way.
 Papyrus, handicapped by lack of proper shoes for the slippery track made soft by a steady rain yester- day, did not show even the finish ing powers for which he Is supposed to be famous. Zev took the lead, and kept it. from start to finish.
 The victory was sealed when Major General Hines, representing General Pershing. presented the gold cup to