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attendant, then made his move. Near the end of the back stretch 

 the Schorr colt crept up. He was ridden by Jockey Goose, a 

 Louisville boy, and his friends sounded above the din, "Come 

 on Roscoe." But Ed Crump was not equal to the occasion. He 

 tried, but failed and dropped back further and further as the 

 journey progressed. 



As they took the turn by the old clubhouse Pebbles made a 

 determined bid for the honor and glory that go to the winner of 

 the Kentucky Derby. Again Regret met his challenge easily. 

 She moved away from her dogged rival and came into the 

 stretch with a lead of a length and a half. Sharpshooter plodded 

 stubbornly after the Butler crack, his steel-like cords playing 

 beneath the skin. Three-sixteenths of a mile from the wire 

 Notter shook up the filly slightly and she came on down the rail 

 two lengths in front of Pebbles. Sharpshooter, driving madly 

 under the urging of Jockey Butwell, held R'oyal II. safe. 



Regret pulled up remarkably fresh after her long journey. 

 When she came back into the charm circle before the judges' 

 stand she was still full of run. When the wreath was placed 

 around her neck and Jockey Notter boosted up on her bare, 

 sweaty back the cheering which had accompanied her victory was 

 a mere whisper in comparison to the ovation she received when 

 the idea that the unattainable had been attained and that a filly 

 had conquered the princes of the turf and won a Kentucky 

 Derby, penetrated the head of the vast throng. 



Regret was bred at Mr. Whitney's Brookdale Farm, in New 

 Jersey. 



Under a smiling sun, forgetful of world's tragedy, society 

 assembled a brilliant gathering around the clubhouse grounds 

 to witness the running of the Derby to-day. 



Mr. Whitney was one of the first men out on the track after 

 the race was over, and as Regret was jogging back to the stand he 



