THE MOST IMPRESSIVE SIGHT I EVER SAW . 
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My HunclrecLto~One Derby 
W inner. 
By CHEVALIER 
GINISTRELLL 
Illustrated by W. H. Byles. 
Can you realize the glorious wave of pride 
a father feels when son or daughter of his 
fulfils the ambition he has ever fondly hoped 
his child, or children, would fulfil ? If you 
are a father or mother you will surely under- 
stand this feeling at once, and in understand- 
ing it you will, too, realize exactly how 
proud, how overjoyed, I 
felt when in 1908 Signori- 
netta, a daughter of my 
beloved and beautiful mare, 
Signorina, won for me my 
first Derby, and,, better 
still, showed that she was 
a worthy daughter of, as 
1 think, the best mare of 
all time. 
For S i g n o r i n c 1. 1 a J s 
mother, Signorina, as a 
two - year - old I refused 
twenty thousand pounds. 
And, though afterwards 
Signorina achieved but 
scant success on the Turf, 
I always felt that one day 
one of her children would 
revive the glory of her 
name in Turf history. But 
time passed, and year after 
year, until Signorina was 
mated with Chaleureux, 
she failed to quite justify 
the high hopes I had built 
up around her stud career. 
However, any feelings of 
annoyance I may have 
experienced at my experi- 
ment being almost uni- 
versally condemned, were 
f 0 r g i v e n and forgotten 
when, on a blazing hot 
day some three years later, 
1 witnessed the most im- 
pressive sight of my life 
as the despised outsider 
and forlorn hope, Signorinctta, daughter of 
Signorina and Chaleureux, galloped home an 
easy winner for the Derby. 
Yes, beyond all manner of doubt, the 
triumph of the daughter of my famous mare — 
who, I am glad to say, is still alive and well 
— was one of the most sensational incidents 
that have ever taken place in the history of 
racing. 
That Derby Day was indeed a red-letter 
day in my life. Every incident that hap- 
pened 1 can recall as clearly as though the 
race had been run yesterday. I had engaged 
Bullock to ride my mare, and after I had 
attended to her saddling, and saw her walk 
out of the paddock as quietly as an old sheep, 
in as cool and collected a manner as the 
proverbial cucumber, I felt more confident of 
her victory than ever, for \ knew that she 
would stay every yard of the course ; she had 
proved this to me in some long, rasping two- 
