The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, December 5, 1895, Page 1

VOLU PRICE FIVE CENTS. ME LXXIX.—NO. 5. 00D form. e show last night. succeeded. a half d t was all. the opening night Ju an and Underwood : uede gloves and silk hats, while Dic Tobin, who bad just re New Y atmosphere, upon the scene a Gibus ert opera hat. And such from Mr. Tobin. Last nigh howe Richard was himself again and | track with thundering tread. The gates went down the line just the thing and at | closed, and the four equipages flew over just the ri | the tan park with a whirl and a I game. | roar that was inspiring to the audi- And there were otl but Dick wore | ence. Close to the ground the mas- the s Asto | sive brutes ran, and plowed up the Jack Cas will ever be able to squa his New York friends. re himself with He actually ap- What a struggle it caused at the verybody tried to be proper, 2 The agony The men appeared in dress the gloves—per- ned from the | | around the ears of his steeds, which urged them down the course as though the whole Ina few seconds the hosewagon, with three animals champing their bits and leaping in the air, shot out of the left gate right for the center of the made a graceful turn and town was on fire. ring. They ed down at the other end. nly there came a snort from the | Suda flew into space. ‘ther he | loose bark until it rolled and splashed | like mighty mud-colored waves before an ocean greyhound. Presently from the peared in & Tuxedo coat and a billycock | spelibound spectators a low rumble arose, hat. reir hands inside of the pi undressed va te silk stripes. hey made a A rticu- sea- | adjoining boxes. The calm drivers bent | York shows, much to my regret. ‘At the hed | over their trained and tried animals and | Toronto horse show last year there was a sent them galloping along with word and ight in defense of their mits, but | lash. How they leaped and plunged, as | asked to try to induce the managers of and finally swelled to a roar of applause Other gentlemen wore evening gloves | that passed over the concourse likean echo | ith the black stripe, and there was also { of thunder crashing alongfrom end toend | Ladies clapped their of the vast pavilion. e again, and the Oakland engine, like a streak of colored iight, came through the opening. The horses reared themselves up, crouched upon their haunches and Their hoois struck the floor in another instant, and, with a shout from the driver, they plunged down the regularly, and of course takes a lively in- terest in everything. He is to vublish on the 21st a special San Francisco horse show edition of his paper; He probably | knows as much about horse shows as any one. “The show is altogether very credit- | able,”” he said yesterday. ‘‘The thorough- breds shown are a very interesting class, and a class that ought to be encouraged by horse shows to educate the better classes of the public that attend horse shows to what a beautiful animal a thor- | oughbred is. The attendance at running | races may by this means be elevated in | tone. Racingin this country has deteri- | orated very much. It has got into pro- fessional hands, and society has not | smiled on it much. Then the thorough- | bred, instead of being used in breeding racechorses only, should be applied to breeding of our pleasure horses more than it has been. Of course the horses might not bring sucn large prices, but the general average would be good and the quality of saddle and harness horses materially im- proved. “The drafthorses forma very interesting phase of the show, in that they are foreign to the tastes and pursuits of the people who usually attend horse shows. hands and tossed their handkerchiefs to | No heavy classes are shown in the New superb exhibit of this class, and I was of entries in the various classes, and which prove that the conditions of the classes are inadequate to cover the various kinds of horses that would be shown. The object of judges in making their decisions is to follow a type of horse, and much injustice has been done to good horses because they were mot of a type selected for prize- winners, whereas if a class had been ad- justed to meet their qualifications they would have got ribbons.” Just then Aifred Bouvier, half hidden in his paddock coat, came along and leaned on the rail. Mr. Bouvier studied the sitnation a moment and turningto Henry Crocker said: *‘Did it ever occur to you, Henry, that the only horse worth any great amount of attention is the one that belongs to you. Half the men who have Lorses on exhibition are content to look at their own animals, and nine times out of ten conclude that he is the best beast on earth. There, is no use talking over the matter at length, and there is one thing certain, and it is that when a fancier | | bought all the horses he could find any- brings a horse here it issithout a peer. Horse shows educate the people, but 1t never changes an owner’s opinion. If he is interested enough to make an exhibit he is true to his animal first, iast and all the time. Do you suppose it would be possible to convince Hobart or Grant, or Pope or even yourself that a stepper ever lived who makes a better appearance than the horses you own yourself? Never!” sive. - Why, in Nevada I have got several hundred horses that can cover ground so fast that if these horses got in a race with them they would think they were tied to a tree. Yes, sure; you never saw such fast horses as we have up there. Many times they go so fast that they burn their feet, and then of course we sell them to the race track associations or to doctors, for driving purposes. It does not incapacitate them altogether, but they become prac- tically worthless for farm use. I was under the impression that I saw some of them here yesterday. ple or for men who merely want a stable, but aside from that, phugh.” This burst of information seemed to satisfy Mr. Hardin, who is one of Nevada’s greatest stock-growers, and he turned on his heel toward the saddling paddock to see if he could run across any old Nevada stock. About half an hour afterward he was the central figure in one of the boxes and his conversation was an incessant round of compliments directed at the horsemen of San Francisco, in praise of their success in getting some of the best horseflesh that nad ever walked on a tan- bark track. This time he was talking;to ladies. “There’'s a Dr. Jeykell and Mr: Hyae authority on equines,” remarked one of the gentlemen who heard his first opinion touching on Nevada stock. General Barnes was about the most in- terested witness to the show. He leaned on the railing running around the track, and drank in the situation in a perfectly contented way. When the coaches wheeled into the enclosure his eyes followed them from end to end. Every oncein a while he changed his position from vlace to place, but worked the rail for all it was worth. Once he ventured to remark that he was reminded of the old story in the.| Greek reader concerning the king who thing redecuwiing in, but never sold any. “Finally,”" said the general, hanging a lit- tle heavier on the railing, “the king went broke and found that he had more horses on his hands than he could feed. The hay and oats gave out, and the horses turned in and ate him up. He was the last thing available for a meal, and the poor brutes finished the tale by dying of starvation. Good enough for city peo- | moments and appeared to be overcome. Simultaneously with Mr. Casserly’s burst of reservation the spectators sent up a good round of applause for Mr. Pope. The noise was so well distributed Ser- geant Conboy, accompanied by his three stripes, didn’t know where the racket was thickest. At first he was moved to whack the first head, but found that it was just | simply a mark of apvroval instead of a free-for-all Donnybrook. A broad smile ! spread over his Celtic face and, turning to | a stibordinate officer, he remarked: “The next time they break out like that send | for the Insane Commission. That kind of | a noise only comes from crazy people. Move on there, Jimmy Swinnerton, and | don’t be paradin’ that loud vest before | nightfall. I see you have a plug haton your wicked cranium. Move on there. Don’t you see me three stripes? Are you waitin’ round here to josh me in the | mornin’? I'm onto you.” Swinnerton toyed with his gloves and permitted his mouth to run into his ears. “Never mind, Conboy, I'll make a picture of you some day in the act of moving, and you can file it with the Police Commis- Sioners. It will help you out very much, and they will recognize you as a capable affair. “That’ll be all right, sergeant,” answered the caricaturist. Just then Arthur McEwen looked up from his box to see what was in the wind, but the presence of peace quelled his spirit and he resumed his discussion of “Egypt’s | relation with the Comstock Lode” with | Fred Marriott. Even Juror Smyth was disturbed and | forgot to ask for icewater. He was intent on watching the steppers and seemed to be much interested. Finally the picture changed and way was made for Walter Turnbull, who strolled up the line with his loud-checked | English coat. “Now, this is what I call style. Look at the peovle here. Very best we have. Oh, but say, it does keep a man in training to watch the changes in style. Isuppose the best way to get along is to be comfortable. You can’t suit everybody unless you wear everybody’s suit. How’s that?”’ Mr. Turnbull’s eye then fell upon the sign which read *“‘Smoking positively pro- brought before them, a four-in-hand of drafthorses belonging to the Kern County Land Company. Class 10, composed of four pretty two- year-old fillies in the trotting class, was brought in, and of them William Corbett’s Numa took the blue ribbon, John F. Boyd’s Haunani the red, Agnew stock farm’s Aloha R the white and the Palo Alto Pasonite the yellow. Walter Hobart took another blue ribbon on the next class examined, 17, with a pair of roadsters. The second prize went to James G. Chisly with Lady Indigo and Loupe, the third to Frank H. Burke with | Soubrette and Algonita and the yellow ribbon to the Agnew stock farm with Flora G and Stratford Dawn. Hobart always comes in the arena with his own exhibits. Editor Taylor of the Rider and Driver remarked: ‘I must commend Ho- bart for showing his own horses both rid« ing and driving. Iam strongly in favor of keeping horse shows on an amateur basis and believe that both ladies and gentlemen should ride and drive their own horses whenever they can.” A dozen thoroughbred trotting stallions of class 1 were led'around next and then came the judging of class 12 of eight driving trotters. William Murray’s great Diablo with a record of 2:09{ took the blue ribbon, A. B. Spreckels’ Prince Dex- ter the red, and William Corbitt’s Hazel Wilkes the white. Yearling fillies and colts of ciass 11 were next juaged, the first prize going to Ellert of the Palo Alto stock farm, the second to ‘William Corbitt’s Refero, while George H, Roe’s Valtrim was highly commended. In class 8, for two-year-old trotting stale lions, William Corbitt’s El Cerrito took first prize, Local of the Palo Alto stock farm the second and Mrs. Harry Agnew’s Henry J. Crocker third. In the aiternoon the crowd was much larger than it was yesterday, and nearly every box was filled with ladies. The events were unusually exciting, particue larly the contest beiween Walter Ho- bart’s and other crack teams in class 34, and the judging of the saddle-horses, when Hobart's Huntress and May Day came against Mrs. Ayres’ Woodlawn. Captain Taylor and James McNab P nBSTER Crade™ Tae Fope= e /e Dedire - ’1AC::PARISDI‘$ T’fi CA\SSE(&{ wad ow/uu,ov‘h “AS THEY STROLLED ALONG THE BOIS DE BOULOGNE.” [Sketched for the Call’ by Frank A. Nankiville.) 1CE-waTER R T T T s Troy S+ é\ é:q veL TAreR 11" SAN Nyeoes ™ pevee the real thing overshadowed them, and to- night there is likely to be a change of hand clothing. The show, however, went on with all its red tape and glamor, while the box parties swung taeir lorgnettes with measured reg- | ularity. There were many features that bright- ened up the programme. The park po- licemen, decked out in flowers—'‘stolen from the park,” as a lady remarked—ap- peared on their well-trained animals and | scattered tanbark over the spectatorsin the promenade aisle. The backs of their saddles resembled young landscape gar- dens, and the petals of the roses fell in showers over the course as the riders can- tered up and down before the judges for inspection. The marked difference between their easy and graceful seat in the saddle, as compared with the method of imported grooms, was the basis of no little com- ment. It is feared, if the show continues much longer, that they will be adopting the British manner, and will then become incompetent for setvice. They already drop their h’s. At 9:15 the bugler sounded a call and three magnificent horves hitched 1o a be- ribboned and flower - decked engine bounded into the enclosure from the right Wing. Almost simultaneously another glistening steamer appeared on the left and the driver sent the whip cracking though they knew they were on parade. After they had gone ihe rounds for a few moments the judges called them to a halt, and the intelligent creatures arched their proud necks and pawed the bark with their heavy hoofs. Again the gates were opened and the cumbersome engines rumbled away,. while the cheers went up as a farewell. hibitions given at the show, and was not only exciting but instructive to those who have never seen an American fire depart- ment in action. Everybody livened up after that'leature and the promenade filled with ladies and gentlemen passing to and fro from the stalls to the main course. Horse talk be- came the order of the hour and little else was mentioned. 3 Leading horsemen of all kinds were there, and the ladies fell into the use of equine parlance as naturally as though they had been raised on the track. President Crocker was willing to answer all sorts of questions, and as a matter of fact he is pretty well informed. He had plenty of assistance from his lieutenants, and those who have not picked up some horse chat in the last few days are slow to understand. The very best authorities in America were present and anxious to spread the contagion of horse apprecia- tion. Samuel Walter Taylor Jr. of the Rider and Driver of New York is in attendance 1t was one of the best ex- | the New York show to admit them this year. They were exhibited for a number of years in Ne ork, but so few were !nffered for exhibition that those classes | were abolished. ““Uhe roadsters here are not at all up to the standurd of the roadsters about New | York, according to the Colonel Kip idea. He has been setting the standard, you | know. That is, of the trotting-bred horse, | with beautiful conformation, about 15 hands and 1}4 or 2 inches in height, with graceful conformation, beautiful head and neck, fine quality of bone," beautiful coat and fine texture skin and with fine ears and nozzle, showing good breeding, and with more action than the horses shown here yesterday. Most of them had a daisy-cutting way of moving their feet. “Notwithstanding any criticisms that might be made regarding the details, the show as a whole is a most creditable suc- cess. This is especially true for the reason that the people here are unused to any- thing of the sort, and it takes a long time before managers, and exhibitors—who must act in co-operation with the man- agers—get to know just what is the proper thing to do. The New York show is not perfect by any means. In fact, it is full of imperfections which, however, will un- doubtedly be corrected by next year, be- cause they have become so apparent this year as to demand attention. They are due in part to the extraordinary number “Well, Alfred,” answered the president, smiling, “I am confident of one thing, and that is that jmy horsers are better thgn yours,” “Perhaps they are,”” said Mr. Bouvier, methodically, for the man from the Bald- win is nothing if he is not charged with method. “Pshaw! You talk like a deep-sea fish- erman,” came from Ed Hardin, the Ne- vada Apollo, who had waded into a discus- sion farther down the line regarding the broncos from the Silver State. ‘‘Now, do you mean to teil me that you xnow any- thing about horses when you say these animals here are the best on earth. Keep quiet, gentlemen, a minute, while I set forth the several advantages that the Ne- vada cayuse has over the thoroughbred. First, he is longer-winded; second, heis not so expensive to keep; third, he can put up just as fine an appearance at a Fourth of July parade as an old warhorse, and is at the same time a docile and tractable brute at a cowboy’s funeral; fourth, you are not put to the expense of registering him in the pedigree-book. His ances- tors never bother him, and he will get fat on straw. And there you are—and then again the necessary paraphernalia, such as curry-combs, boots, toe weights, horse blankets, clippers and such trash are not to be figurea on in his wardrobe, Those things, gentlemen, are what make the horse business so expen- Thus the king and his entire stables crossed the river of death. I hope none of the horse fancieres here get so many horses that they will be eaten up by them. It | would injure the next annual show.” After this reflection Mr. Barnes lapsed into silence again and his after thoughts are not of record. As the afternoon grew and the crowd thickened up a little, Jack Casserly ap- veared with his cane and went the rounds of the boxes. He was kept busy for some time mingling with the ladies, after which he came down in the walk and strolled around among the authorities for a spell. It can be said of Mr. Casserly that he is devoted and faithful to his friends, and when Walter Hobart whirled in at the track with Peacock and Gamecock hitched to a smart curricle, Mr. Casserly could re- strain himself no longer, and and leaning over the rail exclaimed as Mr. Hobart sped by, “Good old boy, Walt!” This unex- pected levity on the part of Mr. Casserly astonished even himself, and he straight- way got his face back into a more reserved pose. The judges during Mr. Casserly’s Iull took advantage of the opportunity and decided that while Mr. Hobart was a tgood old boy,’” he was not altogether en- titled to the blue ribbon for it, and the much-covetea trophy was bestowed upon George A. Pope’s Romulus and Remus. This decision gave Mr. Casserly sucha | | awarded the blue ribbon to the lone teant | shock that he composed himself for some hibited.” ‘Well, that may be all right so far as it goes, but I hope it does not ex- tend to the bar. Where is it? Do we have to drink Horsetetter’s bitters here to be proper. Come on, Bushnell; you've got a better eye for dogs than for horses. Join us.” 2 Mr. Turnbull had no trouble finding a guide to the refreshment quarter of the show, nor did he have to look long to see that a great many of our leading citizens were taking his advice and making them- selves comfortable. As the show progresses the chill is wear- ing off and society is straightening out its stiff upper lip for the purpose of making the best of life and enjoying the fullness of the earth. —— THE MORNING AWARDS. Excliting Contest Before the Judges Between Hobart and a Groom. President Crocker was on hand early yesterday morning and . as happy as if he had won all the blue ribbons. ‘“‘The show has begun twice as well as that of last year as to attendance,” he said. The arena was occupied as early as 7 o'clock by horses being exercised, and up to 100’clock, when the judges began: with class 76. Super- visor Taylor and James McNab, after care- ful inspection and acute discrimination, opened the-afternoon as they did the morning exercises by judging a single exhibit. They awarded a blue ribbon to the Kern County Land Company’s draft« horses, Bordeaux and Loraine. The most striking figure of all the stalls, the great gray Norman stallion, John L, with his flowing white mane, and Capi- taine, both of class 77, came on next, the former taking the blue and the latter the red ribbon. The crack saddle-horses of the show, eight in number, were ridden in the arena next, Hobart on Huntress, one of his grooms on May Day, Herrmann the Great on My Queen and his groom on Perfec« tion. These and Mrs. Ayres’ Woodlawn all received rounds of applause as they rode about the ring. The judges were a long time coming to a conclusion, but finally awarded Hobart another blue rib- bon for Huntress, Woodlawn took second prize, Hobart's May Day third and Herr- mann’s My Queen was highly commended. There was great excitement on all hands Care and good material make Crockers’ the best engravers. Visiting-cards, invitations— evgrything. ' 227 Post street’ 215 Bush street