Ascot, Grand Prix

All the king's horses, at least all those he uses for racing, and all the king's men, anyway all those he knows by their first names, went down to Ascot Heath last week. Whether it is rainy or the sun is shining, the King and all smart Britishers must go to Ascot every year. From Windsor with his good wife and the Prince of Wales he drove through the rain in a landau drawn by six perfectly matched greys mounted by postillions in scarlet coats frogged with gold. He saw Lord Derby's Toboggan, a nice bay filly, win the $25,000 Coronation Stakes while his own horse, Scuttle, came in third; he saw Brown Jack win the Royal Ascot Stakes by three lengths from Bonny Boy II, and he saw Maid of Perth win the Golden Vase that has his name on it.

Near the green grass course at Longchamps, France, is a small pond in which they say Sir Launcelot, weary with the weight of his armor, once bathe ". Toward this pond, annoyed by the weight of his jockey, Largo, one of the horses entered in the Grand Prix, last week, cantered wildly. The crowd of gentlemen in tall grey hats and ladies in wide flat hats stared and murmured. They were afraid Largo's antics would unnerve the favorite Flamingo. With Largo off the course, the other horses started, rounded the curve of the turf in the sunshine with Croix de Guerre, owned by Ogden Mills (father of the U. S. Under Secretary of the Treasury) carrying Jockey Esling and the numeral 13, beating Baron.