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J t 1 , a c 1 t i j l 1 It May Be Many Years Ere Willis Sharpo Kilmer gives Xew York racegoers another Exterminator. But lie is trying hard to produce a horse just as good as Old Slim at his Sun Briar Court. The lads who arc about the tracks early of morn-ings say he has two or three in his string that will be hard to handle at Saratoga all the get of Sun Briar, a horse that Mr. Kilmer always declared could have turned the last mile of the Spa course In 1:04. Jimmy Mathews writes to ask why we dont narrate the tale of that grand old absorber of punishment, Neal Forbes. Brother Forbes never missed a season at Upson Downs always had from six to a couple of dozen horses racing there in his well and unaffec-tionately known "henna, gray streaks." Whatever else might have been exclaimed about one of Mr. Forbes horses, no patron of Upson Downs ever accused them of inconsistency. In the last season he raced at the little course by the canal not one of the Forbes oat-consumers was in the money two hundred and fifty-six starters and never their numbers hung in any of the three spaces above the red board. Returning one night from Upson Downs via capacious handcar, Mr. Forbes and three of his cronies were crashed into and totally destroyed by the Hackensack Limited. Frank Kearns and Judge Blinkiron Avere resting their elbows atop the mahogany when the sad news reached the Downs. Hastily gulping another they repaired to the morgue to identify Forbes. "Nope, thats not him," said Kearns as the sheet Avas raised from the first body. "That aint him, either," ejaculated Judge Blinkiron, peeking under the second sheet. The third sheet Avas lifted. "Nope," said Kearns. "Here he is under this fourth one," said Blinkiron. "Huh ! Out of the money again, the old buzzard," exclaimed Kearns.
