The Washington times., 1937-04-02
Isl Big Purse
For Fair
Owner
By KIRK MILLER
Times Sports Editor

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scopic color combina-
tion, came out Of it's
cucoon for the Bowie
opening, $4,000 strong,
to break the bonds of
winter monotony and
embrace spring in a
wholesome, generous
hug.
It was like a great out-pour-
ing of humanity, keyed to an
eager pitch at once more be-
ing loosed in the fresh elixir
of open-air competition.
Indeed, it was even more than
that! It was a declaration Of in
dependence from the confinement
Of the clustered season. It was
q devotion to the great outdoors.
School Seemed Out
Leastways that is as it i'm
pressed, watching from this van
tage point and that; the happy;
care-free throng, keeping up a con-
slant babble and gable, like
merchants in the market place.
Indeed, they were like children
as school seemed out.
Such was the superficial pic
tura of Bowie's 1887 inaugural
as the human element milled and
fluttered akin to magpieS in a
tree.
A gala racing crowd registers
emotions mixed as the rainbow's
tints and runs the gamut from
girlish glee to watch a winner
come down the stretch to ma
tronly moderation at seeing a
show bet just last to make the
grade. ..
Which brings the observation 1t
is hard to say whether the male
or the female of the species re-
acts more giddily when the hoots
come pounding down the stretch
the dust clouds half concealing the
also rams and the multitude yell.
ing and shouting and praying and
curSing-aS one.
Far, Far AUdy
And as I watched the tense mo-
ments Of the $4,000 Rowe Me
mortal Handicap, the important
test of the day, it seemed the one
person in the world who should
have been there, was a thousand
miles aWay-ears affixed to the
radio or eyes glued to ticker tape.
She is Mrs. Walter OHara,
whose horse Mucho Gusto won the
race, and won it clean. A COM
parative neophyte in this hazard.
Gus business of boss racing, 1t
would have done her heart good
to see the son of Marvin May
Sweetheart Time come bouncing
first through the last two furlongs
with Little Johnny WeStrope
crouched close to his neck no big
ger than baby frog on a lilly pad.
You see Mrs. O'Hara is practi-
cally a newcomer to racing silks.
That is to say she only was bitten
by the equine bug some two or
three years ago, which isn't an
con by any means, and so it is
no little thing for so young a stable
to be walking, or perhaps I
should say, running off, with
such a plum of the handicap
world as the $4,000 Rowe Me
morial-her first big purse.
Seeking Home BREEDS
Mrs. O'Hara's husband. you
know, is the boss of the spacious
Narragansett Park. that elaborate
thoroughbred institution nearby
Providence, r. l., where the second
largest play of the 1886 season was
registered so short a while ago.
He is also the gentleman who
was beset with a hope to see a
racing bill become legalized in the
District Of Columbia, so that he
might wave here the magic wand
that couple Of years ago made
NarraganSett Park when it was
opened up, the talk Of the turf
traffic.
In the meantime Mrs. O'Hara
became horse conscious and
started the modest string of racers
that she calls the Araho Stable,
which is her name spelled in re-
verse.
Why, only recently Mrs. O'Hara
gave her agent a commission to
purchase several mares in foal to
be shipped to Rhode Island where
the colts will be dropped and
where she hopes to encourage
breeding yonder that soon may be
run a race at Narragansett for
Rhode Island born and bred colts
and fillies.
That is what you call getting
the fever badly. I therefore sus-
pect that you are going to hear
more of this Araho Stable.
For Mrs. O'Hara has gone into
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