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ONE OF "LUCKY" BALDWINS REMINISCENCES , Some months before he died "Lucky" Baldwin. In talking or the turf and the horses lie had raised and raced, said, when asked wiiich of the latter was the best: . , "Whv, hoy, if I told you youd laugh. It was that fillv Sinaloa." ho said. "Yes. that brown filly. Better than :mv of them she was. Better than Emperor or Norfolk? Yes. Better than Molllc McCnrty? Yes. Better than Los Angeles? Yes. Because she could run raster and pack weight, too. She took up a big. heavy burden, I dont remember Ihiw much, but it was more than 120. and worked a mile and a quarter at Monmouth Park. I think It was. In 2:04. That was a second raster than the record. Some of the racing officials In the east knew or it and they offered to get up a special stake at a mile and a quarter the next spring Tor Sinaloa and Mr. Hagglns Salvator. I left her in the east thatwlnter just for the stake and Albert Cooper let her die froiii pneumonia. She, was the fastest and the gamest one of them all. son, and you neednt smile. There was only one of her. "You asked me about Mollii; McCarthy. She was a good mare, all right, and if the track had been right that day in Louisville when she ran the great match with Ten Broock. she would have beaten him sure. She didnt run In my name in that race, but I bought her from Mr. Winters before she left California to go east tor the match. You know that was the biggest race wed had since the old-time matches at Tour miles. Mollie was not herself that day, and the climate killed her chances. Bud Doble and his partner, Conley, arranged that match and Ill tell you now that the gate money was evenly cut into three parts, one-third going to eacli horse and one-third to the promoters. The race itself was for blood, however. "That gave Mollio such a black eye in the cast that they called her the California plug. She was in a cup race at Chicago afterward and on her I won the biggest bet of my turr career. ThatB what Im getting to. Nobody thought anything of her and the Whole south was crazy over a marc called Janet, from Kentucky. She was the hottest kind of a favorite and the southerners bet their suspenders on her. I had Clara D. in the same race aud she could have won it, I believe, but- I ; wanted Mollie to show herself. She Just galloped over Janet, my son, and I took Just 3,000 out of the auction pools. That was the heaviest bet I ever collected. There were others close to it, but that was the top one. "I remember one lino old gentleman who had a silk hat on snatching it bit his head and smashing it on the picket fence when Mollie came galloping homo I aint got money enough left, for a ticket back to Kentucky. he, yelled, but I love a good race boss wherever I see one, and that mares it. I said. My friend. Ill sta"kg you to a ticket home for your sentiment. I own Mollie McCarty. He wouldnt take the money, but he left his watch at the Grand Pacific that night. The Grand Pacific safe was full of split-seconds which the Kentuckians and Tcnnessceans left there after Mollie had come ; on home. That was racing. :son, horse racing.
