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Marie Thurber Judith Allen Bernard Fred (Ric) Page Mrs. Henry Wilson Dorothy Quincy Mrs. (Ma) Thurber Ethel Arden Mr. (Pa) Thurber Thaddeus Gray David Tuttle Jack Egan Tommy Mills Leon Janney...
...beautiful blonde baby-faced boy of an apparent sixteen years. Mr. Janney handicaps his baby face with a nasal contralto voice. Mr. Janney would have an unsuccessful play at the Copley Theatre in Boston in his debit column, were it not for the inimitable sang-froid of Mr. Jack Egan, who, as the all-human political boss of Katonsville, Maryland, steals the show from the rest of the Katonsvillians, and makes an evening spent at the Copley a vaguely good thing...
...favorite Mary Reynolds to win although she had recently been beaten twice. The Grand Circuit's traveling bookmakers openly wrote her odds at 5 to 2, figured her runner-up would be a New Jersey colt named Brown Berry, driven by a 50-year-old Kentuckian named Fred Egan. In the draw for positions, important in trotting, Mary Reynolds got third place from the rail in the front row of seven sulkies. On the outside of the second row of five was Brown Berry. Twelve sulkies pulled by seven colts, two geldings and three fillies circled on Goshen...
...after the, field, caught it on the second stretch. Tired by a blistering quarter-mile after her break, Mary Reynolds led Brown Berry to the last turn, when a third horse, Hollyrood Portia, left the ruck and set out after her. As Mary spun around the turn, Driver Egan desperately cut Brown Berry inside her. At the same time Hollyrood Portia swung wide outside her. Three abreast, they drove down the stretch like a cinema chariot race. While the crowd roared at the season's greatest finish, Brown Berry found a little extra in his tough hind legs...
...crowd gasped at how much Mary had left as she hammered down the stretch two lengths behind Brown Berry. Ben White pulled her wide and she whaled away down the outside, closing like doom on Brown Berry. Fred Egan slapped the reins and Brown Berry began setting his hooves down faster. Running along the rail 50 yards from the finish, Brown Berry set one down on a stone no bigger than a marble. Brown Berry plunged to the ground, his muzzle sliding through the dirt, catapulting Egan against his crupper and down between the shafts. Clinging desperately to the reins...