SPORTING NOTES.

Waikato Times, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 3118, 9 July 1892, Page 2 (Supplement)

SPORTING NOTES.

[P,v Lk Now,.] Tiik sensational gelding Titan is to be >ried over hurdles, Thr disaster that overtook Orme, it is computed, Means a monetary I'iss to the Duke of We«ti,iinst-r of £-lO,'ooo. Probably the largest horse in the world, standing -2 hands high and weighing '--00 pounds, owned by T. E. Rid<:eway, of Fort Worth, Tex., died in that eity on May Ith. He has been on exhibition in many States. The existence of a Musket horse in liritish Guiana has been discovered, and it is suggested he should be secured for one of the studs in his native land. The horse is St. Bruno, who was bred in ]870, and belonged for a time to Fred Archer. At Ipswich (England) steeplechases, three horses out of nine running in the opening event fell tin ough getting their feet, in a ho'e, and in every case smashed their fetlocks so badly that they had to be destroyed on the spot". The owner of Marvel has perhaps more insinuations thrown at him in regard to the running of the " black demon " than any other owner in Australia. Mr O. Hill seems to take the innuendoes with the calmest indifference. And there is this much to be said, if Marvel could have won all the races that according to report he should have won, he must be a veritable second Carbine. The New Zealand Referee says:—The name of Deeming has been bestowed on several horses already. The cold-blooded wife-murderer would no doubt appreciate the fact as a compliment; but it shows a sad want of originality that owners cannot find a better title for a noble animal than that made infamous by being borne by one of the most debased creatures of the century. Even the poor girl who was the latest object of Deeming's affection is not left alone, and some Australian has named a horse of his Kate Rounsevell. Max O'Rell, who is by no means a horsey man, thus speaks of the one bet he ever made : —During the day I thought I would go and see the betting. I looked at the list, and as the ground was very wet and slippery I chose the heaviest horse of them all. He was CO to I. I put on one, and the horse came in first, so I won 60 (presumably Napoleons), which was about half my yearly salary. That evening I went to the mess-

room and said, " Boys, we shall dine to-night." And —well, we did dine. That's all. So I bet once in my life and made money, and I stopped then. An English amateur met with a curious accident recently when riding in a steeplechase in Germany. Early in the race two horses refused at the brook, but MiThompson went on and had almost finished when, coming round a plantation the reverse way of the course, he ran full tilt into one of the refusers which had just got over and was coming towards him. Both horses fell, and Mr Thompson received a terrible blow in the chest which for the moment made him speechless. He gesticulated to the crowd to lift him on his horse again, which they did, and ho won. Mr Fairie, whose horse Galeopsis ran so well in the Two Thousand, became a millionaire in a remarkable manner. For a time, says the Sporting Times, he was in low water in Australia, when he came across a man to whom he had lent £100. The man could not pay him, but aaid that he had an original share in the Broken Hills, which he would let him have for £150. This was refused, and it was finally decided to play five games of eoarte to decide whether the price should be £200 or £100. Mr Fairie won. and out of this £100 he cleared £1,000.000 sterling, and it would have been three millions if he had stuck to the whole of the share. Writes " Spectator" in the N. Z. ' Referee. Mr George Hill, owner of Marvel, would be pleased at the success of Jackson, the pugilist, for it was he who, five years ago, put up a stake of £500 for Jackson to meet Slavin whose backers would not agree to their man meeting Peter, in Sydney, on the ground that they did not think he would get fair play.

Robert BonDer, in a letter to an American contemporary, among other good and sensible things says : " I expect to see the day when howe.-shoeing will assume to proper place as one of the profess.-ions. Doctors and hwyers keep their diplomas framed and hung in their offices. Why should not the farrier be compelled to pans an examination and do the same thing ? A horse's feet and limbs are the most important parts of his body. He seldom ha- troubles which cannot be traced to them. And yet even colts, forced as they are, frequently show signs of breaking down in those delicate membsrs. What misery is in for them ? Their live* are short at tho best, and then to think that they should be filled with agony. It is horrible ! The man or women who can by care, by the formation of public sentiment and by education as to

intelligent action, forward this great oause wid be relieving more suffering and doing more actual good than by almost any other way known to tho world."

A quaint story is told of the adventures of Mornington Cannon and Cordelier on

the Cesarewitch Day of 1891. As the horses that afternoon were fleaving the Birdcage to contest the Autumn Handicap, one of the fiercest storms known at Newmarket for a long; time past swept over the Heath. The hailstones came down like pistol bullets, and Cordelier, maddened at the tempest, swerved, made for the rails, and ran through them, get ting his head uuder the second line of posts, and sending Mornington over the rails and righo into a carriage, the door of which was at the moment open. Two ladies were inside, and on the front seat lunch was Still uncleared. The popular young jockey pulled himself together a bit, assured his astonished hostess that he was not hurt, and at once accepted their kindly suggestions of a glass of wine. Mornington had been wasting hard to ride Victorious at 7st 121b, so hard indeed that it is believed that he could actually have ridden 7st 91b that day, and he had not had time since the Cesarewitch to lunch. He therefore took the opportunity of observing chat he was very hungry ; the ladies, though they had not preoisely invited him to come in, were delighted to ontertain him ; and so, while the other jockeys who had weighed out from the race were being drenched, wind smitten, and battered by hailstones at the post, Moray Canon sat dry and comfortable in the carriage, regaling himself with chicken and champagne as if he wero a dramatic critic in boots and breeches. It is rather an odd way to call on ladies in a carriage at lunch time, over the rails and head first; but all's well that ends well.

The following lines, written by "Girth," in memory of the death of W. Clifford, the crack horseman, appears in the New Zealand Referee :— In Mesioriaji. (W. Clifford, Born 1850, Died June 9th, 1892.) Leava his light saddle on its rack. The silken jacket on the wall, Let spurs and whip, and top boots black. Lie idle in the hall. He's gone ; when o'er the course we pace, Or on the lawn r we gossip gay, Not few shall miss a well known face— Poor Clifford's passed away. He's gone; when sportsmen watch a race His mem'ry comes to minds of most, When seeing Hunter's in first place. Come flashing past the post. Whilst riding in the foremost place From many winners yet to weigh, Death snatched him early tor life's race. Poor Clifford's passed away.