Beaten Out
“He bowls along in front and calls the tune." Lucky I took him on the nose, and what Sort of price? At any rate, a pot. “He bowls along in front and shows the way.” To what? Let’s see. To Number 5, the mare. She’ll never catch him. He’s as good as there. “He’s being urged, but Number 5 is gaining." Come on, you beauty! ... Is he slowing down? Come on, you moke! Come on, you silly clown! “Wait for the judge’s numbers. I won’t place them.” I needn’t wait, I know already, Dxmn! Beaten by half a head, the mug I am. —J.H.E.S.
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Press, Volume CIV, Issue 30822, 6 August 1965, Page 17
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106Beaten Out Press, Volume CIV, Issue 30822, 6 August 1965, Page 17
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