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Seaton Pippin, by Marlboro, out of Phosphate, by Polonius, holds the world's record as a hackney. She has won more championships than any other horse in her class, has never been defeated in single harness nor in hand. Named (like the Moore stables, Seaton Hackney Farm at Morristown, N. J.) for Lady Seaton, international hackney champion who was retired in 1917. she was foaled eleven years ago and shown for the first time three years later. At five, she won the reserve championship. Since then, she has won the $2,000 harness horse stake at the National Horse Show...
Seaton Pippin, famed hackney mare owned by Paul Moore of Morristown, N.J., beat all hackney mares her own age and then all hackneys of any age for the hackney championship...
Aged 64, Chief Constable Wensley has been on the Force for 42 years. He joined it as an ordinary "bobby." He has left his mark upon the Chinese dens of Limehouse. the anarchists' haunts and crime slums of Shoreditch, Hackney. Wapping. There he learned to be fearless while carrying no gun (London "bobbies," the world's best, are forbidden firearms). From the very first he saw excitement. In 1888 the Whitechapel District of London was being terrorized by the murders of "Jack the Ripper." Suddenly in a great crowd of people a child or a young girl would be found...
...yard run. Five men in each heat qualified for finals. First heat--won by Edwards (N.Y.U.); second, Hackney (Michigan); third, Garland (Princeton); fourth, Elmer (Cornell); fifth, Milstead (Georgetown). Time--1 min. 58 9-10 sec. Second heat--won by Veit (N.Y.U.); second, R. P. Porter '29; third, Offenhauser (Penn State); fourth, Chapman (Bates); fifth, Gassner (N.Y.U.). Time...
...fate of Black Beauty, ignominiously harnessed to a hackney cab, is not so gloomy as that of these mighty beasts of the illustrious prince. No more will they be watched by the beau monde to catch the latest developments in fashion. Traditions of the past are the sparkling and fresh witticisms which accompanied each throw they gave their master. Only in memory are the steeple chases they so nobly lost...