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HOW my own was named Wife of His Breeder Confers the Now Well-Known, Name. He and His Sister, My Dear, Found FaTor In Eyes of Mrs. H. R. Dulany and Hence the Nomenclature. SAN FRANCISCO. Cal., Nov. 1 Mrs. H. Rozier Dulany, wife of the breeder of My Own, has. been telling friends in this city what they have been missing, by not having any racing hereabouts. The visitor, whose home is in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, has a great interest in horses, especially the thoroughbred. Mrs. Dulany has been making a tour of the coast, seeing San Francisco for the first time, but unfortunately could not stay over for the opening at Tanforan. Mrs. Dulanys husband has been a well known breeder of thoroughbreds for some years on their place, Oakley Farm, adjoining the Blue Ridge Stud of the late Henry T. Oxnard, and it was at Oakley that My Own was foaled. "We had four two-year-olds in My Owns year," said Mrs. Dulany, "and, as usual, 1 was a very interested spectator at the trials. We have a half mile track and the colts can do their best there without risk. I can easily see the colts galloping out there without even leaving the house. All I have to do is to take my station at the window of the living room." When it came time for the naming of the youngsters, which is always left to Mrs. Dulany, she placed her arms around the neck of a sturdy little bay, saying: "This is My Own. Hes my pick. Ill keep up my interest in him, whoever buys him or wherever he goes. I want him called My Own. " Admiral Cary T. Grayson was the lucky one to purchase My Own when the colts were sent over to Washington. He had a very severe attack of distemper, but pulled through with the best of care. It is the custom of the breeder to sell his two-year-olds each year, never racing a string himself. Several years before Mrs. Dulany had given the name "My Dear" to a full sister to My Own. The two stake winners are of special interest to San Francisco racegoers, as they are by King James, which won the last Burns Handicap at Emeryville in the colors of S. C. Hildreth. "When the trials were on in My Dears year Mrs. Dulany exclaimed as the filly flew by on the half-mile track: "My dear, how she can run 1" The name "My Dear" was forthwith given to the filly.
