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New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Volume XII, Issue 717, 3 December 1903, Page 8

Prines Soltykoff, whose death was announced the other day, was for many years prominently connected with the turf in England, and was a member of the Jockey Club since 1867. Though he owned a number of good horses he never succeeded in winning one of the grvdt classic races, but his colt, Mask, filled third place behind Bend Or and Robei u the Devil in the Derby, 1880.

Some of Sir Daniel Cooper’s Newhaven yearlings were offered at auction in England lost month, but, no doubt owing to their sire being barred from the Stud Book, there was no demand for them, and only one was sold—a gelding out f Myakka, who went for 12Ogs. f On the same afternoon,- a couple of Carbine yearlings were sold very cheaply, a ecl only realising 60gs.. and a filly sOgs. A Trenton colt named Cornstalk was sold for 460 gs.

Tbe other day in Melbourne a sporting tipster sued a lawyer, and under crossexamination his certain system for beating the books came to light. It induced the “Australasian to break forth into verse as follows : —

If you want to be a tipstfer Of the very latest sort, You must listen to the lesson That’s so eloquently taught ; In the place where they’re dispensing Justice while you wait, In short, You must seek the County Court.

You will hear the newest wrinkles On the backing of the horse, More than? early morning training With its rigours can enforce ; And a system worth preserving, If deserving you will see That’s infallibility.

You just take a leading jockey (Any one of them will do), And his mount, with great persistence, You will follow through and through. If he wins, you scoop the wager, If the post he don’t attain, Well you just go on again.

Every time the bet gets bigger, But be easy on that score ; When you reach a triple figure, Just pile onj a trifle more ;( For it really doesn’t matter, You are bound to land the stuff, If you go on long enough.

When the wealth of all the Indies Is dissolving in? vour sight, And you find the Pierpont Morgans Selling trotters in the night. Still console yourself by thinking, If the system they had run To its end they would have won.