1 68 THE TWO-MINUTE PACERS 



another, while an accident was destined to bring about 

 several changes so that Single G at last came to have the 

 honor of having given numerous trainers some of the fastest 

 race rides of their lives. 



During the season of 1917 Jamison won five races with 

 Single G on the Grand Circuit but did not lower his record 

 nor drive him a mile as good as two minutes. But the season 

 was an entirely satisfactory one, Single G was always in 

 the middle of the fray and nobody had any complaint to 

 make. He met Miss Harris M. that year and she finally be- 

 came good enough to beat him but in all cases the time was 

 quite fast. 



He started the season of 1918 in charge of Jamison and it 

 was at Toledo, with that capable driver in the sulky, that 

 Single G won the sensational pacing race which still stands 

 as the best on record for a contest of divided heats. Miss 

 Harris M. won the first heat in 1:581/4, still the world's 

 record for a pacing mare and for a regular event (not a 

 match) and then Single G won the next two heats in 1:591^, 

 1:59'*^, the first time in pacing history that two-minutes had 

 been beaten in all the heats of a regular race. 



And that was the last time Fred Jamison had the pleasure 

 of driving this great pacer for the grim reaper took him from 

 the scenes of life within a very few days and again Single G 

 must make the acquaintance of a new driver. Ed. Allen 

 took him on the western trip which has already been told in 

 detail after Mr. Geers had won a race with him at North 

 Randall's second Grand Circuit meeting and also drove him 

 in two races at Lexington, one of which he won breaking even 

 in the two with Miss Harris M. 



Single G was then returned to Mr. Allen and his great 

 deeds in the hands of that highly capable reinsman and 

 courteous gentleman have already been told in this chapter. 

 He threatened to go through the campaign of 1921 unbeaten 

 and his friends can still say that no pacer was able to take 

 his measure. Age will undoubtedly exact his toil from this 

 two-minute race horse, in due time, but if he never again 

 does lug things his name will shine among the stars as long 

 as men love the light-harness race horse. 



