Joie Ray, U.S. runner, shot from the starting line like a sprinter running a dash, circled five laps of Madison Square Garden without slackening. Behind him came three runners. Behind them came Nurmi. The crowd roared. Ray was the favorite. Was it not a ¾ mile race—his best distance? Had not his world's record (3 min. 5 sec.) stood unmenaced for eight years? On, on went Ray; he was two laps from the end, one lap. Then suddenly, soundlessly, a great wind passed him. Woefully he looked...
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