Ladies in the latest spring creations. . . . Men in morning clothes, white spats. . . . Bookies roaring raucously the odds. . . . The Derby.
In the grandstands arose a hubbub. Individually, each sound was intelligible; collectively, they were like the jabbering of so many apes.
"They're off!" shouted a thousand voices in unison.
Silence fell, to be punctuated now and again by an encouraging cheer. Binocularless women plagued their staring escorts for information. There were some eager "Yesses" and some hesitant "No-o-oes." Excitement grew as the thunder of hoofs approached. Manna...