Evening star., 1928-12-16

the bull ring, the two masses of flesh
hit the fence. There Is a different
crash from any heard before, and then
the splinter and snap of breaking wood.
The whole side of the fence gives. Horse
and man, completely turned over lie in-
ertly In the narrow aisle. The crowd
comes to its feet as one man, voicing
their enthusiasm. Not in years has
such thing taken place. Heavens,
what built From every section of the
arena comes the enthusiastic cry:
Bravo Torol"
TWO cape wielders are frantically
beating their gorgeous cloths in the
beasts face. He turns just as the sec
ond picador has swung his horse clear
of the fence and stands broadside on.
The bull is on him. The swiftness of
SO clumsy an animal Is amazing. The
horse goes down. And this time there
is no turning toro. Drive and heave.
The first tears through the armor.
Drive and heave. One horn cuts long
cash along the horses thigh. The other
catches in the armor. Indeed, the
thickly padded covering stuffed with
cotton Is remarkable protection!
Capes beat upon the toro's head. He is
turned Drawn little distance from
the fence, he comes to the first halt
since entering the ring. Two horses to
his credit and never a picador given a
chance to wound him. The scrowd is
frantic with the unuSualnesS of the
spectacle. But the action has taken the
first edge off even this exception. And
SO the third picador drives home his
spear. Man and horse are toppled over.
The quilted blanket cannot this time
save the sorry equine. Yet 1t pleaseS
this fantastic gathering, who but few
hours before stood bowed in prayer as
the religious procession went Solemnly
through the street. The bull is drawn
off, The horses pass from the scene.
1t is remarkable, but the beast and rider
driven through the fence are unhurt.
The bugle sounds for the banderillero
Again one sees the supple, agile body
of the man seemingly become part OF
the BULL yet in star-falling space OF
time, swing clear. But this man has
not the skill or the luck of VIII
lalta (for that element plays a strong
part in the game). Four times ne
essays to send in his long darts. But
only three of the eight remain fast.
The crowd howls. The bugle sounds
for the matar
IL IL uSW cSpdud, HldtauOA yOuaS
and without name. He Is nearly a
head shorter than the great Villaita.
However. he handles his muletta with
SKILL Once he comes close to the bull
and actually put his hand upon his
head. He plays him long time, for
seldom has toro of such strength and
lasting power stood in this ring. But
at last comes the moment for the KILL
The sword drives down. 1t Is a poor
thrust. With perhaps six inches OF the
blade sticking into the shoulder, the
sword remains waving. The beast
shakes itself vigorously. Two cape
wielders come forward. While one
draws the beast, the second man with a
deft swing of his cape wraps part OF
it about the handle of the sword and
pulls it clear. Once more the matador
o,ays the bull into the exact position
ar the last stroke. He has taken an
other sword. He lunges. A second
time the sword sticks high from the
back of the bull. The cape wielders
come forth. Nkillfully they play toro.
deft sweep Of the cape and this sword
zoo, is pulled to the sanded floor. This
bull has moved almost TO the center