The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-08-19
In New York
Ry PAUL HARRISON

New York, Aug. 19.-A lot or us city fellers went up to the little town of Goshen, N. r., the other day to see the Hambletonian Stake, which, for harness racing, Is the Kentucky and English Derbies rolled into one.
 There were about 10000 peo- pie there, most of them dressed up in store clothes and driving big shiny automobiles so that you couldn't tell the farmers from the Wall street brokers. The main difference was that the city slick CTS from Broadway and Park ave- nue were losing their money bet ting on horses they didn't know anything about.
 The ladies of the Congregational church had a big tent where they served midday dinners and were doing so much business that they probably will be able to buy a new pipe organ. Nearby that was the auction pool run by Eli Crutch, who has been following the trot- ting races since he was years old. Also there were seventeen bookmakers' booths where you could bet on individual heats. A few slick city bookies had come to Goshen to get in on the. easy money, and first thing they knew they were losing their shirts to the natives. who got them all mud died up in their odds.
 
 Gamblers on Deck
 Over by the railroad track, just outside the park, a man was ruin ming a three-card monte game and not doing any too well with 1t, either. The forge of the itinerant blacksmith was throwing sparks, and so were the cigars of excited trainers and drivers as they gave the sleek trotters their final work outs.
 People waited in lines to reach the tables at Henry's Restaurant and the Orange Inn, and men stood five deep at the bars as they talk ed of the amazing gelding, Grey hound, and Lawrence Hanover and lilly Tonka, and of great trotters of the past-G oldsmith Maid, Guy Mckinney, Dan Patch, and Ham, bletonian himself, after whom this racing classic was named, and from whom 90 per cent of modern harness horses are descended. Some early arrivals, out of lin- gering bucolic sentiment. walked few blocks to the 90-year-old half-mile track of the Hartman family which made Goshen the Epson Downs of the trotting sport. Under two great oaks in the center field there are buried some of the most famous sires and dams. The ancient stables were filled with horses and sulkies the overflow from William H. Canes Good Time Park, where Grand Circuit meetings now are held.
 Rich Scenery
 Nearby were Cane's Good Time Stables, as luxurious quarters as any horse ever has seen, Now, though, 1t and the adjoining lawn were filled with visiting million- aires, farmers, prominent horse men, society folk. New Jerseys governor Hoffman and R. J. Rev. nolds, the tobacco man from North carolina were two who seemed to know all about the records and ancestries of harness horsefI esh, caterers and regiments of walters used the immaculate stalls as pan tries from which the traditional luncheon was served, and the own CT and E. Roland Hartman were hosts.
 Your correspondent hadn't seen a trotting race since his attend ance at the Douglas County Fair in Kansas, which was too long ago. And so had forgotten-if indeed, l ever knew-that a race IS not race, but a "match". and that a match is trotted in three heats, with the best average de- termining the winner.
 learned, too, that ''scoring'' mas nothing to do with toting up averages, but is the term used for the flying start of a heat. They go back, get into approximate po- sition, and come forward together at gradually accelerated pace looking for the starters signal. Ii they don't get it they must return and try again--sometimes for an hour, which is rather trying on the nerves.
 Veterans Score
 But 1t Is great thrill when they are let go. Then you hear . swelling thunder of hoofs, and the peculiar chirping cries of encour- agement that the drivers make and the mounting roar of thu crowd. One of the drivers I saw was VIII Caton, who drove thu trotters of the late Czar of Russia and still wears the imperial col ors. Another driver was Doc Par shall, an Indian veterinarian, whs won the Emmhlnfoninm An f02A.