DARING GIRL RIDER

Evening Star, Issue 18392, 28 September 1923, Page 3

DARING GIRL RIDER

GREAT CROWD THRILLED,

SENSATION AT HORSE SHOW 7 ,

A pretty, twelvo-year-old girl, with golden curls, gave 15,000 people the shock of their lives at Watford Horse Show, says a London paper. She was riding a magnificent young chestnut mare, whose beautifully-shaped flanks gleamed like silken sheen in the sunlight. tiuddeuly tho mare broke into a furious gallop, and sped along at a pace which would have made even, Mumtaz Mahal blink. The little girl, astride in the saddle, leaned forward like a born jockey. Site had circled the great enclosure twice like two flashes from a gun and was going round again at a faster pace. Every pair of bands in tho crowd clapped, and then it seemed to dawn on everyone at the same moment that tho galloping horse was out of control. The clapping ceased as if by magic. Women stood up in their scats in the stands and clenched their hands and every eye anxiously followed the careering chestnut mare, which never slacked for a moment’s fraction at even tho sharpest turns until a score of men, like a solid phalanx, barred its way. Two of them gripped the bridle pud everyone breathed again. Hie lair rider just " smiled, pulled tier sun-bonnet over her head, pushed back a truant curl from her flushed cheek, and waved aside tho two men from her mount’s head. ‘ What on earth is all tho fuss about?” she asked. “ I was just showing you what Stray Moments could do. The dear wouhl not run away with me lor anylhing! Then before the astonished men, who handle horses every day of their lives, could utter a syllable. Si ray Moments was off again in high glee, her pretty rider's curls waving like a gleam of (sunshine behind her bonnet. She was simplv “No. 3 ilo to the crowd. Her name is Betty Bulger, and evervone at her home in St. Albans knows her'as the finest little horsewoman for many miles around.