Anything as good and true as that moral cannot be new at this late date.

I went to the Brooklyn Handicap race yesterday.

It is one of the three biggest races of the year, and a man stood in front of me in the paddock in a white hat.

Another man asked him what he was "playing." "Well," he said, "I fancy Fides myself." "Fides!" said his friend, "why, she ain't in it.

She won't see home.
Raceland's the horse for your money; she's favorite, and there isn't any second choice.