Last week the Prince of Wales visited a hospital at Brighton, England, stopped to chat with a blind veteran. "Your Highness might help a fellow," said the blind one, "by letting him in on the best bet in the Grand National tomorrow." His Highness smiled, hesitated, suggested Lord Stalbridge's entry, Thrown In, running at odds 100-1 against.
Sporting England flocked to murky Liverpool, there to watch the greatest of steeplechases. By plane, motor, train, boat, cart they came and, despite fabled post-War depression, proved so numerous that luxurious Cunard liner Aurania,...
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