The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-10-21
By WEsTBROOK PEGLER Icasad Wire fo Tho Ape-HeraId)


 BELMONT PARK, LONG ISLAND, N. Y, Oct. 20.-In just 10 seconds from the instant that the two horses plunged forward through the mud of the mile-and half oval of Belmont park Saturday afternoon, the horse race was all over, and major diff ference of opinion between two na- tions had been settled by show down. lin those 10 seconds the great Papyrus broke ahead of Zev, but dal- lied for the merest fraction Of a stride. This dallance cost him the race, for Earl Sande, the tall, bony, little American jockey, on board the curv- ing ridge of Zev, hauled his famous itch patient forward to overtake, then pass. Papyrus before the first fur long pole had been reached, and never caught another glimpse of the purple and primrose British silks un- til they passed the finish line.
 It was for these 10 seconds that sixty odd thousand people struggled to this fat spot on the Long Island flat, clinging to whatever handhold they could find in the miserable flat wheeled arks that navigate the swampy streets of the locality, or wedged in slow moving files of auto mobiles, or stifling in the coaches of these 10 seconds Papyrus was fetched 5000 miles by sea in a pneu- matic padded cell. built to his order by a patriotic genius of his home land, accompanied by anoth horse, Bar Gold. and personal staff con sisting of his physician, his trainer, his two grooms and his pedicurist, to say nothing of his rations, of which considerable has been said already.
 Donoghue's Most Important Race.
 In no more time than 1t takes him tonight to blow a sigh of regret for what might have been, Steve Dono- ghue, the champion of European jockies. winner of three regular Derbies and pair of ersatz classics run during the war, lost the most inn portant race he ever rode in his 20 years in the saddle. He. too, came 5000 miles, and the stories of his life, his diet, his golden spurs, and in 10 seconds 1t was all over-the same time that it takes for world championship to pass from one fiehter to another, or for an earth quake to haul down the spires of a big city.
 Zev had the way of a winner when he went crab-walking down the peb- bled lane to the track just in the rear of Papyrus, but separated from him by a phalanx Cf 12 bullies In gray uniform, selected from the stalWarts of the park police to form rear guard for Papyrus in the last moment before the race. Zev brough Jack Dempsey to mind-the nervous, fidgeting champion scowling through a layer of coco-butter and bramly whlskers as he sat in the sun at Shelby, almost frantic With nervousr ness as Tom Gibbons deliberately wound and rewound the gauge over his knuckles. Zev was skittish and seemed to have some realization or the importance of the next i've nm utes. Little Sande, all punched up on the flat saddle, with his knees hauled un under his chin and the green peak of his white jockey cap touching the borss,s ears. was gently coaxing Zev thi, way and that as the two horses along the track about one furlong to the clubhouse. preceded by A ceremonial figure in the scarlet iecket and white patent leather brooches of huntsman, rldihe Pepyrus' stable pony, Bar Gold.
 Papyrus Is Cool.
 All this time, Papyrus, greater international celebrity than any man among the 60,000. and there were certain people of importance among them, was as cool as frost- bitten toe. Most of the people were only slightly acquainted with horse racing. and a few thousand were there to have their first look at hor rses going in a hurry from place to place. But all of them had heard the tradition at least that race horse is nervous when he comes to the barrier, and then out walked Papyrus, through the lane in the crowd and onto the sloppy track in bovine stolidity and needing only COW bell on his neck to complete the impression of matronly dairy cow wandering across a road to greener grazing. Little Steve could have written a letter as Papyrus walked placidly down the track so that the people in the higher priced seats might have a good look for their money while he still mattered in the world.
 How Papyrus came to lag in that first furlong, Steve Donoghue him. self probably does not know. The horse was running but not showing much ground behind him until Zev. left at the post for just an instant came wading up from behind to pass him anC crawl away. Donoghue was startled to hear the sloshing of Zev's plates so close and gave little sidewise look to confirm the dismal message of the hoof beats. They ran 6 few strides as if locked together and then Zev stretched himself for ward to a lead of about one length.