Life — July 29, 1886 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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~LYPE - R GEORGE WORK is an indefatigable young gentle- man in the work of encouraging sports of all kinds. His plucky backing of his polo pony against another brute of similar nature at Cedarhurst, a week ago, was one instance of his devotion to the turf. He is a good rider himself and belongs to a set of good riders. The fact is it may be ques- tioned whether there are any riders in England who can excel our own in the pursuit of the anise seed bag.. Theodore Roosevelt, by the way, has a very pretty defence of pseudo fox-hunting in the Ceztury. Those who wonder why our untitled aristocracy rides across country will be surprised to learn that it-is all for love of personal daring. I fear that Mr. Roosevelt has been saturating his mind with the moist theories of Miss De La Ramée, who holds that an aristocrat will always smoke a cigar when scaling the ramparts of a thundering fortification, or flirt with a married lady while standing under the shadow of the guillotine. Chacun a son gout. Let them ride for the sake of personal daring, if they like. Perhaps some day they may. catch a fox. * * * S Sparta dead? Is the old Grecian spirit frozen in our veins? If it is not, why do we tamely submit to the abolition of that soul-stirring and refining sport known as sparring for the gate money? Must Paddy Ryan, Charley Mitchell, Jack Dempsey, Dominick McCaffrey, Jack Burke, and John Lick-’em-all Sullivan, fade into obscurity? Must the light-weights of the New York Athletic Club become children of Lethe? Shall we not rise up and say to the Mayor and the Corporation Counsel: “Go to! We must at least once a year have an English pugilist ‘butchered to make a Roman holiday.’ ” * * OHN L. SULLIVAN has come to New York to live, J and the New York ball nine has been thrashing the Bostons on the Polo Ground. Has Boston any excuse for living now ? * * * ERSONS frequenting the waters of the Upper Bay in. the afternoons may see a number of canoes disporting themselves on the waves around Staten Island. This sport is becoming more and more popular every year. It is one of the finest amusements in the world, and can only be sur- passed for men of moderate means by a cruise in a cat-boat. Two men with a twenty-foot cat-boat can cruise all around the Sound and have a wonderful lot of fun. Two special qualifications are needed: both must be good sailors and have good tempers. * * ERE is a “pointer” for gentlemen seeking something unusual in the way of a vacation. Go off for a week on a pilot boat. Almost any pilot boat skipper will take you for a moderate sum. You live well; and it beats yachting all hollow, because it has none of the artificial trimmings. * * * HE proposition of Norman L. Munro to race his steam launch Henrietta against Jay Gould’s big yacht Aialanta for $100,000, from Larchmont to New London, is startling. It must be particularly so to Mr. Gould. Last year his vessel was squarely beaten by the S¢c/etto, and he claimed the prize on a technicality. In spite of the testimony of an expert eye-witness—the yachting reporter of a morning paper—to the effect that the S¢z/etto did round the buoy which Mr. Gould said she did not, the prize was awarded to the Atalanta. The American Yacht Club committee would not allow the Hezrzetfa to sail in the first.class in the recent regatta, although her owner wanted her to do so. Now Mr. Gould has a chance to show his “ sporting blood.” If he is a “ game man,” he will sail the race and take his beating like a gentleman. For beaten he will be. There is only one thing afloat in the shape of a steam yacht that can beat the Henrietta, with her record of eight miles in seventeen minutes, twelve seconds, and that is that dun-colored marine devil, the S¢z/etto. Tricotrin, THE RING. HERE is still much talk in sporting circles over Laird, the Nebraska slugger. Pluck goes fora great deal, and Laird’s unexpected blow in a friend’s face shows he has plenty of it. Many people think our legislative halls are not the most appropriate place for these exhibitions ; but Laird is paid by the Government for doing something, and he might as well be doing what he has the most talent for. EVOLUTION—DISSOLUTION. TRAY Leaves from a very Ready Letter Writer : Newport, June 1, 1886. Miss BROWN: May I have the pleasure of your company at the yacht race on Fri- day next ? Very respectfully, VirciL O’Doup. Newport, June 10, 1886, My Dear Miss BROWN: Our friend, Miss Jones, gives a garden party next Tuesday. I should be more than pleased if you would consent to go with me. Hoping that it will be agreeable to you, Iam very truly yours, VirciL O'Doup. Newport, June 20, 1886. Miss MARY: Please accept the flowers I send you by bearer on this, your birth- day. My best wishes accompany the flowers. Yours truly, ViRGIL O'Doup. Newporr, July 2, 1886. DeaR Miss Mary: The plan of reading together would be delightful to me. Iam sure we will appreciate Howells more that way. : Very truly your friend, VircIL O'Doup. comicbooks.com