I had never before attended the races. "The sport of kings" is not popular in Boston, my former home, but here in Chicago every one turns out on Derby Day, if at no other time. And so, catching something of the general enthusiasm, my friend Murray Jameson, who by the way is something of a sport, and I, who by the same token am not, found ourselves driving a very smart trap out Michigan avenue, amidst a throng of coaches, cabs, breaks and buggies, people and conveyances of every description--beautiful women beautifully costumed, young men, business men, toughs and wantons--all on their way to Washington Park, and all in a fever of excitement over the big race to be run that afternoon--the g…
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