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HALLENBECK LIKES HIS YOUNG HORSES. Believes Stable Will Not Have to Depend on the Prowess of The Finn Next Season. By Ed Cole. New York, December 27. H. C. Hallenbeck will have a good string of horses next year, unless sickness or some other troubles enter the stalls of his twenty-six racers. Naturally The Finn is the pet if the barn and probably the best horse in the list, but Mr. Hallenbeck claims to have as nice a lot of two-year-olds, eleven in number, as there are in local winter quarters. "I have eight imported youngsters," said he, that will bear the closest inspection. Im proud pf them. Then there is Blue Thistle, which earned 1,00 in run-up money last year, besides the purses he won. He and The Finn will carry the stable along even if the two-year-olds dont come up to expectations, which is extremely improbable. "I also have a weanling by Adams Express Maezie that is pleasing. He is a regular horse, or will be, in my opinion; in fact, he looks so promising that I have bred all my mares to Adams Express, including Housemaid and Hedge. I have named the Adams Express youngster Young Adam, and while he will not be seen in public until 1918, I have every confidence he will be some horse. It is the looks of Young Adam that have made me more impressed with the possibilities of Adams Express as a sire. He was a really good race horse, and I hone to see, at the least, the majority of his progeny hold their own in the racing world." Mr. Hallenbeck will enter the get of Adams Express lavishly in the rich stakes run in the east like the Futurity, the Hopeful and the Realization. All his horses are in charge of Ed. Heffner at Meadowbrook Farm, New Jersey. During a round-the-stove talk about racing and extraordinary happening on race courses the storm at Empire City track last July was mentioned. "That was some electric storm," said A. J. Joyner. "It reminded me of a storm we had some years ago. I remember I was taking a nap in the bunk one afternoon in a place I had fitted up next to the feed room. Right above my head was a gilt-framed picture of Ethelbert. The storm did not bother me much, and I noticed little of it, excepting that every now and then one clap of thunder was more distinct than the others. But I slept on for an hour or two. When I awakened 1 happened to glance up at Ethelberts picture, and the frame was nothing but splinters. The lightning had struck the side of the frame and run down to the bottom. It stripped the bottom of the frame into matchwood, ::nd then the current evidently shot through the floor. That is about as near as I ever want to be to that electrical stuff that skims around in one of those storms we get around here." Algernon Daingerfield then told the story of a boy in a stable in Kentucky who was polishing a bit during a thunder storm. After the storm had subsided, the boys not showing up at his usual work caused us to go and hunt him up. AVe found him sitting on an old chair with the bit in his hand. "He looked as if he were asleep," said Daingerfield, "and we called to him to wake up and finish his work. He never moved. He was dead, but sitting there as natural as if he had just dropped off to sleep while polishing that bit."
