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HAWTHOKNE RACING. At the present time R. J. Laughlins Passe Partout seems to have t lie best of the other timber-topteiB that are racing at Hawthorne and yesterday, carrying 148 pound to Globe II. s 166, he beat the Breuock gelding in a common canter. For some unknown reason the bookmakers do not have much respect for Passe Partout who wins a big majority of his starts and a liberal price is always offered against him but he keeps on winning. As long as he keeps up his winning streak the public will swear by him. Steeplechases always attract much attention, and, as usual, there was a general scramble for seats in the stand long before the horses were called to the post. There was an even half dozen starters and they went away closely bunched at the first break. At the very first fence there was an accident, and one that put a damper on the crowd, inasmuch as the horse that fell. Frond, was the favorite in the betting, Thi6 filly is one of the neatest jumpers that ever went through the Hawthorne field and is a great favorite of the public, consequently, when she v. rut down a "barrel" of money was burned up. The fall that the filly got was a peculiar one. She seemed to go to the jump sideways and it also appeared from the stand that Coronatus sharply interfered with, her. Frond turned a complete somersault but was on tier feet again in an instant, as was her jockey. Jackson, who immediately remounted and Btarted after the flying bunch of horses in front of him, much to the delight of the crowd, who applauded both filly and jockey loudly. Passe Partout broke in front, was in front at the first jump and led all the way, eventually winning in the easiest sort of a manner. Brigade, fresh from a successful campaign east, gave the so-called talent a severe shock in the sixth race. This four-year-old son of Hay-den Edwards— Opal seemed to be in a soft spot. and at about 6 to 5 a fortune was wagered on him. He looked fit to race for a kiags ransom and warmed up in fine shape, but in the race he failed dismally, after being prominent for about six furlongs, and finished a distant fourth to Patroon. Prestar, and Jim W. When good Brigade can beat this grada of horses like cracking sticks. Winkfield rode the winner, Patroon. and his good judgment is worthy of comment. Fox Bard, with but 86 pounds up. won the mile and a half selling race, which was run fifth, like a stayer. He seems to like a route and the race was run exactly to suit him. there being no fast early pace. On the other hand, Admetus. who was Fox Bards most formidable antagonist, was greatly handicapped by the lack of early fast pace and, everything taken into consideration, it possibly might have been a false run race. j A peculiar incident happened in the first event and one that cost the favorite. Searcher, the race. This colt got away poorly but gradually worked his jjay to the front and at about the sixteenth post was rapidly overhauling the leader. Rustic Girl, who was presented with a I running start, when all of a sudden he stopped stiil and tried to kick Ellis Glenn, incidentally ; ! losing about half a dozen lengths. j The St. Louis contingent was down good and I i strong on Hindconet in the second race, and ; this royally bred horse came home by himself. I i In this race Espionage was left -tanding at the i po«t and in regard to same Starter Holtmau j made thefollowing statement : "The mare was : Km andirefused to break, despite the best efforts ofjBergeu. and 1 m finally compelled to j i send the field away without her." ; Loui* Ezell, owner of Espionage, was called [ to the stand by Judge Kuhl after the race and told that he had better keep the mare in the barn in the future, as her entry could not be accepted at Hawthorne until she is fit to race. Woodstick, backed from 3 to I down to 24 to 1, won the five and a half furlong two-year-old race by about a length after a heated argument through the stretch with Battus and Hurry. Woodstick was in the worst going all the way and, this considered, ran an extraordinarily game race. Fred Foster seems to have finally gotten into his stride, and with his fretful filly Peace won the closing three-quarters of a mile dash without an effort. Big, good natured Harry Robinson is going to retire from the turf. His wife has not been enjoying the best of health lately and Mr. Robinson, under the circumstances, thinks the proper place for him is at home on his ranch. It is Robinsons intention to sell out his entire stable, which include such consistent breadwinners as Molo. Woodtrice, Sidbow, Dr. Walmsley, Miss Mae Day, Alpaca, Strangest, Walkenshaw, McAlbert. Cuban Girl and about a half dozen others.
