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Rerspamemeeteoes 
followed along up the course 
for perhaps a quarter of -a 
mile, to where the wire fences 
were down and the crowd 
swarming over the course. I 
wanted to see that crowd get 
back when the first car came 
along. The grandstand crowd 
had too much of the everyday, 
race track behavior about it. 
I wanted to see rumor travel 
in the time-honored way, to 
get away from the dead sure 
statements of the man with 
the megaphone. 
A quarter of an hour had 
passed—every one who had a 
watch carried it in his hand. 
It would soon be time the first 
starters were finishing their 
first lap. The crowd was out 
on the course, gazing down to 
where a slight bend in the 
road cut off the view. A 
great assemblage was waiting 
there, at the bend—there was the best that Wielshott broke his steering gear 
chance for a smashup at the turns— on Manhasset hill and lost control of his 
filling the road and resisting all efforts machine, which plunged through the 
to clear it. Now they were 
giving way. The flagman at 
the bend waved his little red 
flag, a bugler blew a blast. 
“Car coming,” was _ passed 
along. The crowd fell back, 
necks craned. There was a 
banging as from a quick- 
firing gun, a cheer from the 
crowd above, and Lancia in 
his big Fiat skidded into view 
around the turn. The crowd 
yelled and waved hands and 
hats as the big racer shot by, 
vomiting flame and greenish 
smoke from its exhausts. 
Closely following came Jenat- 
zy—and the two held these 
relative positions until the last 
lap. 
The other cars followed at 
short intervals and soon all 
save Wielshott in his Thomas 
flyer had passed. Later, news 
came from the grandstand 


THE OFFICIALS—MR. VANDERBILT IN CENTER 

Le 
MRS. W. K. VANDERBILT, JR. (LEFT) AND MRS. SIDNEY D. 
SMITH, WATCHING THE RACE 
