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AN OLD-TIMER GONE. A slave of the track that in days past won much execration and occasional praise when racing over Chicago courses, died suddenly after the finish of a race at Denver last Friday. This was old Flying Torpedo, winner of the Wheeler Handicap at Washington iark in 1002 and second to Six Shooter In the Great Western Handicap of the same year. At his best and when "conditions" favored. Flying Torpedo was an excellent race horse, a fast one and a stayer, but so variable was his form, or possibly the "form" of his management, that the old unsexed son of Hanover Gypsy was here deemed the chief of track acrobats and justly so. He kept the track officials, handicapners and turf reporters in hot water and frequently had his owner on the rack, but lie was not unpopular with the small- fry habitues of the racecourse. When he occasionally won at a long price, a small army of rejoicing "two dollar bettors" always attested this feature as they gleefully collected their toll from the disgusted layers.
