The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1937-05-27

War, didn't he?" Actually they're
a little wrong on that, though, Red,
if they're speaking of mere outward
appearances while the kids stand
ing in his stall. Maybe-because of
what I hear about the way you've
been spending yeur last fifteen
years you're sert of like the old
woman in the shoe and get mixed
up about the younger ones now and
then-Pd better set you right about
him.
War Admiral, this kid of yours,
has a nice easy stride, pretty close
knit conformation and may be
trife light in back. Carries his head
like you but otherwise he takes after
his mammy's family in looks. His
nanny, you may have to be re-
minded, was little mare named
Brushup and her daddy was Sweep.
Once out on the track, though, you
can't miss him as a Man O. War.
Walks UP to the barrier just like
you did, kind of proud and disdainful
and wondering at the nerve of those
other gee gees even thinking they
could run along with him for money,
marbles or the next peck of oats.
Just like you he's full of pep and
vinegar at the barrier, too, but /
wouldn't take too seriously those
stories you may read about him be-
ing a bad actor there. Actually
what happened there was that your
kid and Pop Kurtsinger's boy, Char
ley, were giving the first evidence
of that perfect teamwork which won
them the race in the second best
time in Derby history.
What Charley and your kid really
were doing at the post when every
body thought they were cutting up
was thinking and acting. They were
wheeling in and out of their stall
because they wanted to be on their
toes when the break came. If they'd
stood there nice and flatfooted may
be it would have looked nice in a
book of manners but where would
they have been when the wire went
up? Probably still standing there,
Ell Red? Or maybe piled up over
the fence in the inield.
So Charley and your kid were put
ting on the act. They figured that
if they were little tough lining up
the starter'd make his move as soon
as he got them in line for once.
That's what happened and from
then on it was just like as if you
were doing it yourself, Red. Heel
fly, who's always mite impatient
at the start, maybe had head lead
for the first hundred yards. After
that your kid was never in trouble.
Maybe Kurtsinger did go to bat on
him once, turning into the straight
away, but it wasn't even necessary.
Pompoon, who looked like a much
better horse than he did in the Wood
Memorial, was challenging then, but
even if this son of Pompey hadn't
been carried wide it wouldn't have
made much difference. Your kid
only won by two lengths but he
won well in hand and he could have
made it six if there'd been any real
necessity for it.
Won at good price, too, Red
even considering the field of twenty
was one of the best ever to start in
Kentucky. Maybe $40 winners
seem like long shots to you with
your record, but to SIS not pea
nuts. Owner Riddle should be able
to buy you lot of new hay with
what he picked up, and since you
always were hearty feeder / guess
you don't mind hearing that.
Also l guess you won't mind one
of your oldest and warmest admir-
ers touting you on the future. I
hear that Owner Riddle thinks
American Flag was the best of your
sons and that Trainer Conway goes
for Crusader.
The important thing is that you
won't have to worry where your
next meals coming from so long as
that kid keeps fit.