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RACES.—FUN.—PERSONAL.
Congress Hall, July 18.
So the races are ended.
To-day Kingfisher gallopped over the three-mile race while
old John Harper confessed his weakness by letting Belmont run
off with the $1,000 stakes.
The rich Belmont party now plume themselves on “the
Fisher”—yes, more than that, they “tassel out,” laugh, and
banter the old Kentucky wizard in ways too amusing to write
about.
HORSE TALK.
Meeting John Harper at the track to-day, I told him they
were betting that his horse would never run the four-mile race.
“Tell them all,” said he, “that I shall surely run the race, if
everything is right with the hoss, and the track is pretty.”
“Has Longfellow ever run a four-mile race?”
“No, but with what bottom he has, I think I can put enough
more bottom into him to dust `the Fisher' in August.”
Belmont offered Harper $60,000 again for Longfellow yesterday
if his owner would throw in the old mare.
“The mar will never leave my farm till I do—and then
dead!” exclamed the Kentuckian.
Old John came up to me just as I was writing the last
paragraph, when I asked him why he did not let Longfellow
run yesterday.
“Waal,” said the old man, “I want to keep him out and get
him ready for the great four-mile race with the Fisher, Helmbold,
and the others in August.”
This reply is a confession of weakness on the part of old
John; and Kingfisher stock goes up accordingly.
At the last race, 2¼ miles, Uncle John told Bob Swim, his
jockey, “to run `old Long' as far out as he could, from ind to
ind.”
Longfellow came in tired, while Kingfisher looked fresh enough
for an other mile. This is why “old John” feared the three-mile
race yesterday, and why he ought to fear the four-mile race
in August.
Can old John put bottom enough in his horse to run with the
five year olds at that great race?
This is the question now.
Oysterman goes on winning every hurdle race. We are
getting sick of his chronic winning. We want a new horse by
way of variety.
A Party of Tammanyites.
Joke 1st.
A party of Tammanyites
went down
to Hathorn Spring this
morning to drink.
“How do you like
the water, Judge?” asked
big Judge Connolly.
“Horrid,” said Bernard.
“Miserable,” said Hank Smith.
“Only fit for jackasses,” growled a half dozen others.
“Have some more, gentlemen?” innocently asked the dipping
boy.
Bernard granted an injunction instantly, and the boy's “occupation
is now gone.”
Joke 2th
“You look like the monarch of all you survey,” said Fernando
Wood to John G. Saxe as he stood leaning over the railing on
the grand stand yesterday
“No, I only have a lean on the property,” said Saxe.
Joke 3th. (still worse.)
The Poet was sitting with his genial wife and a party of ladies
in the parlors at Congress Hall, one day.
“You seem to be quite a lion this morning, Mr. Saxe,” said
Mrs. Lewis.
“I think he's a bear,” said Mrs. Saxe with a smile.
“I know what's a— bruin now,' rejoined the Poet.
THE ROUND LAKE CAMP-MEETING.
closed on Friday. During the meeting they had the three
episodes of humanity—a birth, a marriage, and a death. One
hundred souls wandering at large were gathered into the Methodist
fold. There is certainly a strange power developed in
these meetings.
The meeting closed with these three exhortations from Elder
Inskip:
“Glory to the God of America!”
“Glory to the God of the Republic!”
“Glory to the God of the Stars and Stripes!”
FUNNY.
We see funny things in Saratoga. Within the last week many
inanimate objects have been seen in full motion. We have seen
a Saratoga hop, a watch spring, a note run, a rope walk, a horse
fly (that was Longfellow), and Southgate says he saw the big
elms leave last spring. John Cecil says they wanted to go and
see the Pacific slope and the Third Avenue Bank run. The Rev.
George Knowlton says it is a common thing to hear a locust (low
kuss) sing—down on Broad St. when stocks are up. Col. Heywood
carries a pair of door hinges constantly in his pocket. He says
they are something to a door, like the ladies.
WHO IS HERE? (Personal.)
I note the following habitués of Saratoga here to-day:
Senator Robertson, who stood boldly for the Union in the
dark days when his State went over to Davis and secession; Prof.
Chandler, who has analysed many of the springs here; George W.
McCullum of the 5th Avenue Hotel, who has just founded a
college at Mount Vernon, his native town in New Hampshire,
endowing it with $50,000; Mr. E. A. Hammond the 5th Avenue
millionaire, whose beautiful park equipage is the admiration of
Saratoga, and Sidney W. Cooper, the young New York
barrister,—fresh from the laurels of a college poem at Williams.
Hon. William Wall of 5th Avenue, and Charles Wall of Park
Avenue, are here, also General Stahl, who closed in with the
cavalry at Gettysburg, and C. W. Durant, Peter Moller, Col. J.
A. Bridgeland, the friend of Gov. Morton; F. S. Davis, President
of a Bank and a Rail Road, The chesterfieldian Judge Moseley,
N. H. Decker of 5th Avenue, the genial Judge John Fitch, and
these kings of the turf: Hunter, Travers, Sanford, Morris,
Cameron, Dennison, McDaniels, Wheatley, McGrath, and
Belmont. Here too is Lord Willoughby with his silver beard
and benevolent face, who has a beautiful residence on Broadway,
Mrs. Shoemaker née Marvin, of Cincinnati; Mrs. W. S. Groesbeck,
Mrs. John Shilito, Mr. Larz Anderson, son-in-law of old
Nicholas Longworth, the Daniel Boone of Cincinnati, J. C.
Baldwin and Miss Emily Baldwin of 5th Avenue, Reuben
Springer and Henry Probasco, who own the beautiful Art
Galleries of Cincinnati, which rank with the galleries of Belmont;
Blodgett, Hoey, Stewart and Aspinwall; Thomas N. McCarter of
Newark, and daughters, and Col. M. J. O'Brien, Superintendent
of the Southern Express Co. Among the well known gentlemen
here are G. D. Pitzipio with his charming wife, Col. Rush
Hawkins, D. L. Pettee and wife, S. Fisher Johnson and Wm.
H. Capman of the 5th Avenue Hotel; C. C. Hastings and wife,
Samuel G. Gourtney, ex-U. S. Dist. Attorney, and wife; H. S.
Clements, Jefferson Coddington, George Willshire of Cincinnati,
C. V. De Forest, Mr. George Bissell of 5th Avenue, who gave
$50,000 to Connell University, Mr. S. W. Coe and wife of West
42nd St., and Mr. and Mrs. General Shaler.
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