The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-01-31
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BY HENRY McLEMORE United Press Staff Correspondent

Phoenix, Ariz., Jan. 31.-(UP).- - Seated in box 23 at the Phoenix Jockey club yesterday, I suddenly came to the conclusion that I had just as lief see horse that wouldn't bring $75 at the glue factory run as l would Seabright or War Admiral.
 And no sooner was this conclusion out of the way than I arrived at an- other one; namely, that not one of every 1000 persons at race track would recognize great horse unless its name was clearly printed on the program. I honestly believe that if 10 of the greatest horses in the country were entered in a cheap event under names other than their own, only scattering of trainers, jockeys, handicappers and the like would be able to spot them and know they were looking at an ex- traordinary race.
 All Look Alike
 To the untrained eye all horses look alike. There is a tremendous difference in the abilities of horses, as all hoss players have learned the hard and expensive way. But just looking at them from the outside, horses are horses. War Admiral's $ ankles are no more neatly turned than those of plug who couldnt do a mile in three minutes. Sea- biscuits withers and fetlockS are no glossier than those on well kept milk horse. Some of the slowest horses ever to run last could out prance and out-snort Time Supply in the parade to the post.
 Take the Phoenix track. l came to it straight from Santa Anita, most elegant of all tracks and one which attracts the finest thorough breds in the United States. The Phoenix track is not right, it's purses are small, and the horses that run on it are ordinary to say the least. Someone was telling me yesterday that cnly one horse had been claim ed during the meeting, and that one brought only $400 And that when the purchaser laid out his $400 the seller admitted that he had bought the horse week earlier for $20. No one outside of Arizona ever heard of the Phoenix horses or the stables that own them. The jockeys, too, have obscure names.
 Yet I enjoyed the Phoenix track just as much as I did Santa Anita. To me the races were just as eXcit- ing as any ever saw, and that goes for the Derby, the PreaknesS, the Belmont, and all the other illus trious stakes. The times were slow, but I never would have known it If they hadn't been posted on hte of flcial board. To me-and to 99 out of 100 other race track followers, I beGeve-a horse running is a horse running, and time doesn't matter. You'll never convince me that your average race track better can tell whether horse is running a mile in 1:36 or 1:42 or 1:55.
 No HOss Sense
 I saw War Admiral break a track and world S record in the Belmont last summer, but I never would have suspected he done anything mar velous if hadn't been told. And I don't think anyone else in the press box would have, either. He didn't look any faster to me than he did in the Preakness or the Derby.
 Jockeys look about the same, too. There may be eyes who can spot the beautiful work of Harry Richards or Wayne Wright, but they don't belong to me. The Phoenix jockeys, just a, bunch of gnomes named Grumpy, Doc, and SneeZy, insofar as national repute is concerned, ap- peared no different than the cele- brated boys who ride for the great stables.
 I reckon I just haven't any hoss sense.
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