MORVICH 



crowd the outside rail. Upon the warm and 

 languid air the bands will pour out their mad- 

 ness. The stands will look like a great and 

 living bouquet, with color running riot. In 

 the boxes of the clubhouse gallery will be the 

 most beautiful women in America. Women 

 and horses — ah! the South knows the combina- 

 tion. Thousands of motor cars will be packed 

 in the outfield, the dust of many States upon 

 them, for they will have come a long way to 

 Derby Day. And the infield, the prettiest in 

 America, with its blooming flower beds, will 

 bear in flowers, opposite the judges' stand, the 

 name of last year's Derby winner: "Behave 

 Yourself." Will it be "Morvich" next year? 

 What do I care how great the horses I shall 

 meet? It is I who go in as favorite. I, Morvich, 

 the cull, the California horse — the first from 

 the Far West to come East and perform well, 

 thus violating the Eastern tradition that Cali- 

 fornia climate cannot produce great horses that 

 can stand the heavier air of these low, hot 



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