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GOSSIP OF THE TURF. Capt. S. 8. Brown has declared his colt Hyphen out of the 0,000 Great Republic Stakes, to be run at Saratoga in 1904. Hyphen, who is a four-year-old son of Himyar Semaphore, distinguished himself last summer by winning the Brighton Derby from Major Daingerfield. running a mile and a quarter in 2 :04. Capt. Browns colt carried 111 pounds in that race, receiving fifteen pounds from Major Daingerfield, but his performance was so sensational that a majority of the experts expressed the opinion that Hyphen could have won just the same at even weights. Shortly after winning the Derby, however, Hyphen went wrong. He developed lameness, and rather than take any further chances with him, trainer Peter Wimmer decided to retire the son of Himyar for the season. The colt went into winter quarters in tolerably good shape and not long ago he was reported to have completely recovered from his disability. But his withdrawal from the rich Great Republic Stakes on .Jan. 1 is taken to mean that Captain Brown and trainer Wimmer have concluded that the Himyar colt will never bt himself again. Capt. Brown has experienced more than a fair share of racing ill luck, so that it is about time for the tables to turn. He has a big stable in training down at Mobile for the coming season, and his two-yoar-olds are said to be the finest lot that ever went to the Captains feed box. The imported nine-year-old chestnut stallion, My Boy, by Mansion Marchioness, she by Pelligrino, and owned by H. Eugene Leigh, has been shipped to the Trade Wind Stud at Castalian Springs, near Gallatin, Tonn., the stock farm of Dr. E. S. Carr, where he has gone to stand for stud purposes. As a three-year-old he won the Visitors Plate and Welter Handicap at Newmarket, but later, in the same saason met with an accident which terminated his racing career. His half sister, a yearling, was sold at Doncaster, England, September, 1902, for 2.400 guineas. The Crescent City Jockey Club is experimenting on a schemo to keep the track there in good shape in bad weather. A man approached one of the officials and told him of a chemical he had which he would guarantee would turn the buckshot clay into a substance resembling sand. His idea is to pour this chamical over the ground and burn the life out of tho soil. After being treated he claims that the soil will crumble up like sand and will not retain moisture. The inventor of this oil or chemical is now experimenting on a tract of ground at the old Oakland track. If his idea wroves feasible the fair grounds track will bo treated.
