THE TREBLE EVENT 9 



time of the race the lot were dispatched to an excellent 

 start and the first to show in front was Pretty Polly, 

 who drew out clear on settling down, and making the 

 whole of the running, won without the least semblance 

 of an effort by three lengths from Leucadia, Flamma 

 being placed third four lengths away. Barbette close up 

 fourth, Altcar fifth, and Fiancde, who ran in very dis- 

 appointing manner, last. 



The time — one minute and forty seconds — is the 

 present record for this race. 



It was the wonderfully effortless way in which she 

 won and the absolute ease with which she effected her 

 task which so impressed onlookers. 



She looked as cool and unconcerned as possible after 

 returning to scale, and amused herself by cropping at 

 the short grass in the Birdcage. 



It has become quite a custom with many of us — a cus- 

 tom, alas! which has now ended — to run down the Stand 

 at Newmarket after Polly's races and risk one's neck 

 down the steps in that miserably illuminated tunnel, 

 which might well be abolished, to go to the little un- 

 saddling enclosure by the weighing-room door and see 

 her come in and get her lump of sugar from Mrs. Gilpin 

 while her jockey weighed in. 



The outcome of the race for the One Thousand 

 Guineas naturally had the effect of paralysing all 

 speculation, monetary or otherwise, on the result of the 



