Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1924-04-13

lief--the prince had won a race. He
could evidently win on the best
horse. Quite a number Of profess
sional jockeys cannot be relied on to
do this.
There is a photograph showing the
little rajah, with a broad grin. lead
ing the winner. watched by Geoffrey
Brooke. one of our stewards. with
his habitual placid and superior
smile.
Next came the horse race.
Smiling Morn Is a nice horse with
fair turn Of speed, but at the
weights ], personally, thought that
the Conder's representative would
beat him. Tho betting showed that
this was also the idea of the gen.
eral public, and Smiling Morn did
not start favorite
1 had seen Smiling Morn run twice
before and thought that he had been
ridden all wrong and had been taken
to the front too soon. conided this
TO Metcalfe, the princes master of
the horse. We suggested to the
prince that he should lie up close
behind the leaders during the race,
which was six furlongA and try to
beat them with a run at the finish.
This is exactly what he did, and
lust won on the post after an excit-
ing struggle with George Barker OF
the 18th Lancers, our crack local
jockey, on the favorite. Donophue
could not have dono better.
THE assembled populace at once
arrived. according to the degree
of their Intelligence, at one OF two
conclusions. The more Intelligent
came to the conclusion that the
prince could ride, while the more un-
tutoied Of the Indians concluded that
the whole thing was a put-up Job
and that the prince was meant to
win every race.
They therefore fell over each other
In order to back the gray country
bred in the next race Assuming
him to be fit, this noble animal GER
tainly looked the best thing of the
day. He was the only thing on the
card that really stuck out and bxrked
at one. He was a better class horse
than the others. but Gender was
doubtful whether he was fit. His
price went up to 2 to l on. Some
greedy bookies even asked for 3s.
The stewards were not so happy. II
the prince won the country-b bred race,
and also the polo pony race, for which
in the gallops his pony had shown
himself distinctly useful. every one
would say the whole thing was a
"frame-up." Godfrey Brooke's smile
Of placid superiority faded. Matthew
Lannowe, with bristling mustache,
fixed his eyeglass and looked fercely
round for Kirkpatrick. the handi-
capper, who had taken cover behind a
saddle in the weighing room. The
voice Of Mr.. Justice Stuart talias the
Foghorn) was temporarily hushed. 1t
was terrible moment.
The country-breds ran. Gender
turf was green, the sun shone. The
stewards heaved another sigh Of re-
lief. Our reputation was saved. The
turf was green. the sunshone. The
band was playing ragtimes which
had been popular in New York about
three years before. Con a similar
occasion some three years hence they
will play, Yes, We Have No Ba-
nanas Today We did not care If
it gnowed ink. Brooke smiled again.
Matthew-Lannowe ceased bristling
and dropped his eyeglass. The voice
OF Stuart was heard beginning a
fresh anecdote. The Handicapped
emerged from cover and walked
boldly about the paddock.
All was well. The prince could
not win all his races. Betty and
Nancy were hard at work shaking
up cocktails for the naval members
of the staff Wales" rode a good
second in very big field in the
polo pony race, which was won by
one OF the 18th Cavalry ponies.
THE subject Of cocktails calls for
= another depression tthIs is abso-
lutely the last). This particular
cocktail is called the aux force. 1t
is both potent and seductive. 1t was
invented for the benefit of generals
who come to inspect the Lucknow
auxiliary force and contains an olive,
a symbol Of peace and good will. For
generals wives a cherry, previously
embalmed in strip, Is bstituted,
producing pink glow like the
roseate hues Of early dawn. It pro-
duces a charitable frame of mind in
even the most crusted brass hat.
Sometimes they become almost COM
plimentary, although our evolutions
are not always up to the standard
Of those Of the Grenadier Guards or
OF really good class at West Point.
We have since its introduction, at
any rate, escaped remarks like that
made by a drill instructor Irregular
Army to a bunch Of embryo Army
officers of Pattsburg. This is
chestnut, but may yet be new to
some of the inhabitants Of the wilder
tracts Of New Jersey. Anyhow, III
take a chance. After a long morn
ing's drill the parade was halted. The
instructor said:
Gentlemen, I thank you; you have
done your best. I only wish Presi-
dent Wilson could have been here
to see you"-a culver of pride ran
down the ranks know exactly
what he would have said. He would
have said, Thank God, from the bot
tom of my heart. that we have q
Navy
The races were over. The stewards
collected at the cocktail bar and con-
graduated each other. It was the
end of a perfect afternoon for US