Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-03-31

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IL this Spring. Out at Benning's
Horse Hotel 1875 fancy prancers
Il are practicing the lightning
stroke that drives q filly past
the finishing post by head and wins
the golden purse. 1
All Winter the thoroughbredS have
been rooming, boarding and exercising
1t this fashionable watering place for
o reasonable price Of 500 q day.
Last Fall the horse hosts put out q
sign advertising the famous horse ho-
tel. open to thoroughbreds only.
Eosinantes, nags. plugs and war horses
fi1d other stables. We invite your at
tention to special appointments and
service. Fresh drinks Of hydrant water
three, four or five times q day, In
clean buckets. Forty-two pound oats
imported from any place that can sup
ply forty-two pound oats.
''Temperamental guests treated with
akiilful attention. Our beds are lined
with Spring timothy and alfalfa. Only
one Horse permitted In q stall. Social
gathering every morning. No fleas.
Our thermometers are sterilized, and all
other sanitary provisions observed"
Now, the thoroughbred's awakening!
New sgrass and sprouting buds. the
bright morning sun IRE him with cleo
though 1t were q hot stove. Look to
the blue-blooded horse for signs Of
Spring.
Among these 125 racers may be the
Derby winner. Twink, for instance, is
already second choice for the Church
hill Downs classic.
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TWINK might have walked out Of
L. q marble statue. A sable-skinned
marvel, not dropping line in his sill
houette. Erect, naughty, he holds his
head quite high. Tiptoes to the track
on four sets of ingenious springs, more
delicate than the springs Of wrist
watch and more closely guarded than
an arch-criminal at Devils Island.
All morning, until the sun hangs
the thoroughbreds dance, trot, jump.
march, stroll, amble, pace and prance
around the oval. Their tight skins
glow and glitter like silken velvet.
Now they stretch across the track
and the riding boys whisper dope" into
their sensitive ears. The racing virus!
When it takes effect, the animal loses
all his horse sense; becomes a devil
out Of o painted canvas and lifts his
sleek body of the surface to go bound
ing past furlongs in a rocking gait.
The racer has his motions. He may
strike on the front legs first and gain
momentum by showing of on his stern
end, or he may land on all fours direct.
" beneath his center Of gravity and
spring out from that position.
Sprinting down the open course, no
crowded grandstands cheering, no voice
from the mob, nothing but open track.
A horses paradise. Streamline body.
That long neck and head forge out In
front. Hardly ripple in his strong
back. A horizontal tail completes the
picture. All motion Of his body Is
relative. Only the legs fash and streak.
Great lunges. mighty strides. A
hunched figure loves the horses neck.
quick whiffs Of fresh ARA couple Of
salons at each whit. As the racing en-
CINE gets warm the animal finds Its
stride and in a brilliant squirt he makes
for the last furlong. Then he Is most
bartholomew to be excelled by q
mechanical contraption. For here Is q
human handspring, bred out Of blood
and raised on the soil, site to excite
a million eyes--deriving strength from
its rider and draughts Of air, delighting
to show Of and straining to win! :.
when he comes to halt, he 10 all
steaming, wet and highly excitable. Nor
can he stand stu, but must sidestep
and dance around on his springy feet.
You can plainly hear his powerful
breath, like that Of o painting locomo-
tive. His sides heave in unison and his
eyes flash like. fireballs.
4 = r. q
THAT'S your rAcehorse. BY nature
, ! highly temp9amental, but stu
kind. He may kick, rear. stampede and
rage, but he eats salt out OF his mas
ter's hand and Is willing to rub noses.
forever throwing Jockeys. But they love
him because that horse Is so human
they think he's superhuman. After he
throws his man Twink stands by re-
spectfully and waits for him to get up.
"After ALL" he seems to say, you're my
rider. but I'm your master. Now get up,
little fellow, and hop on my back, for
as sure as plungers lose sleep were
going to win the next race" And Twink
usually wins. His owner bought him
for ST 900 and he's already turned back
more than $4,000. No wonder he rates
$7-a-day stall at Bennine's hoss
aoh. those i,ossesl' signs trainer,
,Snaatter nows" asks groom.
Napoleon sent the mercury up last
night, / haven't slept wink. Ny wife
wanted me to go to the movies, and We
went, But ! couldn't watch the screen
: / tell you. Had to come down here flrst
thing In the morning and put the ther.
nlometer In his mouth. He's lost halt z
degree. But he's IN dangerous ccndi'
ton yet"
dren are difficult professions, Bul
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