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sometliing terrible had happened, and sure enough she had 

 dislocated, as we afterward found out, the main bone in her 

 hip, and had to be destroyed. John had two heats won, and 

 every horse beaten sure at the three-quarter pole in the third 

 heat; his mare was well backed in the pool-box, and then all 

 his chances were destroyed by this inexj)licable accident. 



Johnny Grier comes under the head of the light weights. 

 I think he does not weigh over 120 j^ounds, but I don't see 

 as that is a drawback to him, as he has made some as good 

 finishes as heavier men could have done in the same position. 

 Jim Boyd may surely be called an all-around horseman; he 

 is a horse trainer, driver, owner, breeder, livery-stable 

 keeper, secretary of a trotting track, and of a breeding as- 

 sociation — surely irons enough for one man to have in the 

 fire. With all this, he has plenty of time to be considerate 

 and polite to not only his numerous friends, but anyone 

 who may have a chance to meet him. He is one of the fixt- 

 ures of Milwaukee. Woodard & Brasfield, the founders of 

 what has grown to be a very large business, combination 

 sides, are both horsemen of rare ability. They are different 

 in disposition and character; together they made a successful 

 team, and since they have separated their interests, each one 

 has shown himself callable of filling a place in the business 

 world. Brasfield has been connected with some of the lead- 

 ing breeding farms in Kentucky, having trained for H. C. 

 McDowell and others, and in fact gave Trinket her colt 

 record of 2:19|. Woodard & Brasfield once owned Harry 

 Wilkes and gave him a record of 2:23^. Woodard is con- 

 sidered more of a i)lunger than Brasfield, and any time that 

 he is not engaged in his legitimate business, he is ready to 

 take a whirl at the iDool-box and will try just as hard to 

 guess the winner as he will to get the top price for a man's 

 horse that he is selling. 



John E. Madden, the boy turfman, has never aspired to 

 be a driver, and I believe has never made his bow in a 

 public race, although in x>rivate training he has shown 

 marked ability as a horseman. He has owned some very 



