Son

The sons of great men begin life under a handicap. They know that they are expected to do badly so that the older generation can use the phrase, "He's not the man his father was." Who would expect, say, the son of Steve Donoghue, England's greatest jockey to be able to ride? Or, if he could ride, who would expect him to win a horserace? And even if he won a horserace, who would expect him to win it on a 100 to 1 shot while his father, badly beaten, came tottering in unplaced?

As a hypothetical case of inherited prowess, this would be absurd. As an actual occurrence, therefore, it is interesting.

Jockey Donoghue has a son, Pat by name, 15 by age. He can ride horses. The horse he rode last week was W. J. Belleroy's King of Clubs, the race the Lincolnshire Handicap. Steve Donoghue, on Argeia, came in unplaced.*

*Several despatches reported him "last," thereby "making a better story of it." His coming in last cannot be verified.