Clipped From Moberly Weekly Monitor
)ameron Recalls Race In Which Randolph County Horse Beat Kentucky Derby Winner Tiger L. as the go- of will from ar; to shop- two at home sls- week; MOT Christian By W. T. DAMERON In conversation the other day with 'barley W. Creson, one of Huntsville's Huntsville's good citizens old time horse racing was referred to. Mr. Creson is a son of the lat e Joshua Creson, Setter known as "Jot" Creson, who was one of Randolph's fine hors-.breeders hors-.breeders and race horse sports, residing residing a few miles east of Renick. He raced some of the best horses on the turf in his day, not only in this County County and State but in other states as well, and, after an active life of farming, stock breeding and racing, he passed out of this life, in 1893, at the age of 63 years. Mr. Creson usually had a string of show and race horses at our county fairs, from the close of the Civil War up to his death, as he was always a lover df fine stock. He was one of the best known men in the county but his favorite game was horse racing. We first saw "Jot" Creson at the old Roanoke fair in 1868, when he won first premium for the best "brood mare and colt by her side." It was a fine ring of brood mares and colts, our father having a mare and colt in the same ring and winning second prize. Left Prize Behind The first prize was a pure silver pitcher, but Jot cared nothing about it and'didn't take the trouble to carry carry it home. Later, however, his daughter, now Mrs. Bartee, went after it and Charley says she still has horses, (whooe name Charley can't recall), and who took particular to look- over all the horses with fast records out of the State of Kentucky. However, as he had seen no record "Select Knight," he just thought he was a scrub and couldn't get anywhere anywhere in a field of good horses. After talking with Mr. Creson, ig'' him all he could as to it. Mr. Creson was the owner of "Mollie Hubbard," a mare that was ever beaten in a quarter-mile dash, his mare, Mr. Creson named in onor of the good 1 wife of our old riend, Bud Hubbard, of Clark, who, Â·hen .young, must have been some sprinter." Then there was old Benzine" a "mile heater," who hit the wire first in many mile heats, two est in three. But the best and fastest long-wind- d racer Mr. Creson ever owned and ut on the turf was "Select Knight," 3-year-old colt. This colt was named named by Jno. E. Lynch, of Moberly, an Id friend of Mr. Creson. In. 1884, 'hen "Select' Knight" was in the tree-year old class, Mr. Creson en- ered him in the derby at Louisville, Lcntucky. When Uncle Jot f and his on, Charly, Charly, then only a good-sized lad, ar- ived at the race track with "Select inight" and his jockey ridei Pat 3 tan ton, a full -blooded Irish boy, hey met a Kentucky gentleman, not- for his fine string of blooded race running qualities of "Select Knight," he jcsti. -ly said t ''What did you ship that hoi here for to race againsi good blov^ed horses?" "Because he can beat any colt that ever sucked marc," replied Mr. Creson, which made the Kentucky Colonel laugh derisively. Nearly a Dead Heat Select Knight was entered in a field against the best colts of Kentucky, Kentucky, and also other States, among them being the Colonel's best colt. was a rich purse for first and second horses in 7-8 mile dash. Pat Stanton. thelrish jockey, .then about 25 years of age, had been with Mr. Creson ye'ars, and "knew his cats," for a better rider never straddled a race The line-up got a good send-off and the Kentucky Colonel's colt and Select Select Knight soon had the lead, with the Colonel's colt hug-ging the inside- track. Side by side and nose to they split the wind, as the ridel's' tickled their sides and raw-hides burned their flesh. When those two horses hit the wire line, in one minute's time, nose and nose, most all thought it was 'a dead heat, bui--the Judges decided that Select Knight lost the race by six inches. The excitement was great and the stock "Select .Knight" wenfc up booming, notwithstanding his defeat. After the race, the Colonel jokingly said to Mr. Creson, "Well, old Mis : souri friend, your colt must have sucked a bottle," and Mr. Creson "A six-inch beat in a horse is nothing to brag about, your horse will be /the bottle sucker in the race." Three days later these two horses, with others, were matched mile clash race, with rich stakes. Select Knight's rider, told his boss, Mr. Creson, that he had "gotten wind" of the Colonel's horse and "Select Knight" was sure to hit SHOULD GO by 5 TH HOUR MuBteiole U frequently effectivo afterfiratapplication and utuall; drawÂ» out muicular aoreneia pain by 5th hour.