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Show A GREAT EQUINE. Ex-Mayor Thompson, like Othello, "has done the state some service." He has purchased and brought here a king race horse, one that looks the noon-day sun in the face without blinking, one whose record is so close to the 2-minute mark that the ex-Mayor is confident the little discrepancy discrep-ancy will be overcome by this year's training. A high-born horse is this, his pedigree being such that it makes him a cousin to all the great steppers step-pers of the country. He is a golden-coated chestnut, chest-nut, and while not sounding his own praises, when he walks he has an air about him which seems to shadow forth the thought that "really this old earth is not quite the thing for one of my lino, age to walk on." He is a kindly disposed sovereign, sover-eign, not a bit exclusive, for he seems perfectly willing to associate with such gentlemen as the ex-Mayor, J. C. Lynch and Frank Knox, and accepts ac-cepts without resentment the approbation of Chief-Justice Baskin. He knows that he has been set apart for a great work and the confident look on his face is an indication that he meang to acquit himself in a way to satisfy those who put their trust in him. Indeed those who have seen him move say that it is hard to tell whether he is pacing or running away. His coming here is a good omen a promise of better horse-flesh for Utah. Mr. Thompson is not only to be congratulated, but so are the city and state. . To look at the racer makes a man who loves a great horse, lose respect for an automobile. ! |