Sport: Penn Relays

With the instinctive reverence for aristocracy which is inherent in the citizens of a republic, 40,000 people at Franklin Field, Philadelphia, whispered and pointed. "Which is he?"

"Cheest!" "He ain't no chippy, yuh slant-head, he's a husk." They were referring to a beaming, brawny runner who was at that moment preparing to start in the 400-metre hurdle in the first day's games of the annual Penn Relays — the Right Honorable David George Brownlow Cecil Lord Burghley. They sat gasping while that nobleman, dark horse of the event, hoisted himself into the air...

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