Word: jockeying
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...British racing crowds have shouted themselves hoarse, exulted, wept, torn handkerchiefs and smashed toppers for a bandy-legged, wizened little Irishman who always responded to an imploring "Come on, Steve!" Last week in London, Steve Donoghue, still going strong at 52, announced that this, his 31st year as a jockey, would be his last...
Steve Donoghue's first mount, Turkish Delight, at Dublin's Phoenix Park in 1907, was a winner, but Jockey Donoghue did not become a familiar figure to British enthusiasts until he won the Cambridgeshire at Newmarket three years later. In 1915 he was entrusted with a Derby favorite. S. Joel's Pommern, and won-a performance he repeated two years later with Gay Crusader. In 1921 Jockey Donoghue became a British hero when he brought in his third Derby winner, the 6-to-1 shot Humorist, who dropped dead from heart failure six weeks after the race...
...with H. E. Morris' Manna-to set a record of six Derby victories. His total of 1,840 winners does not approach the all-time record of 2,775, established by England's 19th Century Fred Archer. He has won for his employers considerably less money than Jockey Sande's record of $3,034,858. And by retiring this year he will cut himself off from another record: 46 years of jockeying, set by Great Britain's John Osborne. As a public figure, however, Steve Donoghue has equaled any of them. When he broke...
...last Jockey Donoghue kept his weight down to 110 lb. Lately a contract rider for Sir Victor Sassoon, owner of Shanghai's ill-fated Hotel Cathay (see p. 14), he hoped to win this year's Derby with Sir Victor's Renardo, but finished in the ruck along with the favorite, the Marquis Evremond de St. Alary's French-bred Le Ksar.* But he showed his old touch on other occasions this season by winning the Oaks at Epsom Downs and the One Thousand Guineas at Newmarket with Sir Victor's Exhibitionist, the Irish Derby...
...narrow the limits of weights imposed on the entries, so that a very good horse need not carry much more poundage than a horse whose form is far less impressive. Through the sparkling spectacles of stern young John Hay ("Jock") Whitney-who, as a New York State racing commissioner, Jockey Club member, president of the American Thoroughbred Breeders Association and scion of a great U. S. turf family, typifies Saratoga's rich and formidable August colony-this seems a piece of gross misdoing. In the breakfast room of the gargantuan old Grand Union Hotel* last week he rose...