234 CHASING AND RACING 



Hurry On, one of the select group possessing a 

 record which chronicles no defeat, was, in his racing 

 days, a big, rough-and-ready customer, possessing 

 some excellent racing points and lines ; but he had a 

 head and a half, of the " fiddle " formation. When first 

 he unveiled himself under colours he was whispered as 

 something tres chaud ; but a knowledgeable friend of 

 mine, on casting an eye over him, said with a shrug, 

 " Well, if he can carry that head all the way and 

 win, I'll eat him ! " He did win all right; but, of 

 course, my friend was not permitted to devour him, 

 even had he acquired a sufficiency of appetite to 

 do so ! 



I did not see Durbar II., the French colt, who took 

 down the numbers of our native champions in the 

 Derby of 1914 (the year of dreadful fate !) ; but I am 

 credibly informed that he was a perfect eye-sore ! He 

 won pretty easily, but beat one of the poorest fields 

 in point of class that has ever contested the great 

 race. 



To go to extremes, I must hark back to the 

 Apollos of the equine world. I have no hesitation 

 in awarding the palm to Irish Elegance, a truly 

 marvellous specimen of a thoroughbred, such as 

 even the most carping of critics would find it hard to 

 " fault." 



Next I should name Surefoot, one of the hand- 

 somest of all time, but a hooligan of the deepest dye, 

 whose bent lay more towards Venus and Mars than 



