THE NOBLE ART OF BACKING WINNERS 1 67 



Archer hunted a good deal in Leicester- 

 shire, and I have it on the undeniable 

 authority of Tom Firr that he was a 

 nailing good man to hounds ; so is his 

 brother, C. Archer, as I can vouch by 

 personal observation. 



What on earth becomes of all the 

 light-weight jockeys who take the sport- 

 ing world by storm for a season or so, 

 and afterwards vanish into oblivion ? 

 You can see scores of their names if you 

 look through some old calendars, whom 

 you remember as having created a small 

 furore at some particular time, and you 

 had forgotten such ever existed till your 

 memory is suddenly refreshed. I suppose 

 a lot of them go to the bad ; the tempta- 

 tion held out to these youngsters and the 

 glamour of their position ruin them. 



A few years ago the Jockey Club raised 

 the scale of weights from a minimum of 



