The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-05-18
(By Leased Wire to Age.Herald.) )


 LOUISVILLE, Ky, May 17.-A little, black western pony of obscure aud humble ancestry and the smallest horse in all the proud company that faced the webbing for the Golden Jubi- lee Derby of Old Kentucky, swept home in front of the field Saturday afternoon, winning the most romantic victory ever achieved in the classic race of the American turf.
 His name is Black Gold.
 His mother was a despised and out lawed tramp campaigner around the small tracks in the middle west and Mexico. His owner is a Cherokee In- dian widow, Mrs. R. RI. Hoots of Okla homa, and hfs trainer, a Cherokee by the name of Webb, was regarded few months ago as a man of peculiar and impossible ideas about the proper method of training a thoroughbred horse.
 Wins The Root
 Black Gold won the Kentucky derby, however, on the fiftieth anniversary of the first derby at the storied Downs. He won 5000 gold bowl for Mrs. Hoots, gold timers watch for Webb, and set of gold spurs, symbolic of the jubilee victory, for J. D. Mooney, the skinny little jockey who climbed up his back and out along his neck to his ears in urging him home in final dash to victory, past the faltering thor oughbreds from the millionaire society stables of the east.
 Black Gold was so heavily backed by those who had heard of his magnificent form and heart that he paid only $5.50 for a $2 pari-mutuel ticket. But even those, who had bet against him and were tearing up their now worthless tickets joined in the roar that swept Black Gold, the little son of a scrub mare, along to the finish. The romance of the thing caught the imagination of the 75,000 people who crowded Ken tucky's famous old course and all joined in acclaiming a game winner who had come up from under.
 East Fails To Place
 The eastern horses did not win a place in this derby, although the mil- lionaires' stables sent many of their finest animals to fight the more or less openly despised entries of the west. Chilhowee, who was second, and Beau Butler, third. both are westerners. Chilhowee paid $12.30 for a $2 place ticket and Beau Buffers price for show was $4.70. Black Colds place price was $5.40 and his show quotation $40.
 Mooney on Black Gold held out of the early struggle for the lead and let. Wild Aster and Bracadale run them selves almost to exhaustion. Bracadale took the lead at the start and ran as though he was entered in a six-furlong erN,, int IT sn means that he carried the colors of the millionaire Harry Sinclair/o of oil inves- tigation fame. Wild Aster carried the silks of the Green Tree stable.
 At the mile, Chilhowee challenged Bracadple and the Rancocas pony was unable to withstand his charge. Beau Butler shook off the rabble and closed up, struggling to Oyertake Chilhowee. Then came the black bolt from the pack. Leaping out of fifth position, with Mooney spread out thin along his neck, Black Gold shook his little legs in a furious burst of speed, running with all the, courage of his heart and all the strength of his tough little frame to leap over the line to immortal fame.
 When the husband of Mrs. HoOts died he left her a scrawny little colt and a handful of leases on some old land. The scrawny little cold turned today into the hero of the turf and not so long ago the papers turned her into millionairess when oil was found on the Tho good land"
 Behind Black Gold is a record that the old, hardened railbirds of the big time tracks would read in fiction and call the author a poor mutt.
 Some History
 Several years ago, Hoots, who had a love for horses that was beyond his pocqetbook, campaigned through Mexi- co with a poor old wornbut mare named "Useeit." Her name caused the smart ones to add to it-''Yes, and that let's it out" One day Hoets entered her in a cheap selling race and she was bid in for $500. Hoots refused to give her up for the claiming price and when she was ruled of the the turn he took her back to his little place in Oklahoma where she grazed on the weeds nurtured by an unknown fortune in oil under the soil.
 Eight years ago when the mare began to eat herself out of welcome around the place. she was bred to Ivan the Terrible. The nine-year-olds dam pro- dueed a selling platter named Tulsa, which is still running on the Merry Go Arounds" and which never brought credit, to dam, sire or owner.
 The next year she produced a lilly named Tuscola by Jack Atkin, which