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some memento of the occasion. Poor Morny, 

 who as a great jockey is by duty bound to pull a 

 long face and look miserable, as if, for instance, 

 he has been most terribly, cruelly deceived by his 

 best friend— that is jockey etiquette after a great 

 victory — found excuse for seeming very cross 

 indeed. The tikes went for Flying Fox's tail 

 and they went for Morny, to pull hairs out of the 

 one and to pull the other right off the saddle by 

 shaking hands, just to show how they admired 

 him and how delighted they were that England 

 had beaten America. Mounted policemen — 

 several of them — intervened with only partial 

 success, and it was not long odds against horse 

 and rider being chaired into the pesage. But 

 for the police, I am sure the winners would have 

 been carried bodily. Flying Fox stood the 

 attentions quite calmly, otherwise an accident 

 must have been toward. As it was, all ended 

 happily, and amid a storm of cheers the victors 

 landed safely at the weighing-room door, where, 

 as a veracious chronicler, I must record that 

 professional etiquette broke down. What Brer 

 Fox said to himself I do not know. Possibly he 

 was lying low, for sure he wasn't saying nuffing. 

 But the last batch of cheers relaxed Brer Cannon's 

 facial muscles, and, good luck to him, he started 

 to interview Mr Manning with a smile on him — 

 Brer Cannon, not Brer Manning — that had to be 

 turned sideways before it could be got through 

 the doorway. 



And now let me mention a very peculiar 

 circumstance. As a rule there are three demon- 

 strations — one as the winner passes the judge, 

 another as he makes his way to be weighed. 

 And then one more, a very big one, when ''All 



