All Paris was there, in the newest hats, wide-brimmed, made of straw, flowers and ribbon, or woven of felt and silk in crossword puzzle patterns; President Doumergue wore his shiny topper; 250,000 people packed the enclosure; Britishers, brought to the scene by a fleet of ten special airplanes, looked for a safe bet; Americans wandered about, each followed by a pickpocket. All Paris was thinking about two gray horses, one of which was pretty sure to take the Grand Prix—the swift Chubasco, the staunch Belfonds. Steve Donoghue, famed British jockey, up on Aquatinte,...
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