MORVICH 



That parade to the post. How describe it? 

 One must see such things to know what they 

 are Hke. There were ten of us, thoroughbreds, 

 the class of the turf, and let nobody tell you we 

 did not know it. What beautiful things they 

 were, those other horses. I could not help 

 admiring them, even envying them a little, 

 their grace and perfection of form. Yet it was 

 I who was Morvich, the Unbeaten; I, the least 

 well-favored of them all. Ah, well, so it goes 

 often in life, I have heard men say. 



Ahead of us out of the paddock moved the 

 crimson-coated trumpeter. Behind him went 

 John Finn, a great horse, then the filly, Startle, 

 then My Play, then I. My Play? Yes, full 

 brother to the great Man-o'-War, the Wonder 

 Horse of 1920, with whom my name has been 

 coupled. And to myself I said: "If you cannot 

 have Man-o'-War to race against, at least you 

 shall have his full brother, and we will see 

 what can be done." 



What a horse was My Play to look upon. 



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