Hodge, 114, Taylor 2
Bronze Wing, 117, J. Hanover 3

John Gund, 117, Byrne; Old Ben, 114, Turner; Surprising, 117, Peak;
Watermelon, 112, French.

Winner bay geld, by Uncle--Ivory Bells. Owner H. C. Applegate. Trainer F.
D. Weir.

FORTY-FIRST DERBY 1915

Regret, a chestnut daughter of Broomstick--Jersey Lightning, to-day
overcame tradition that has withstood since Aristides, the "little red
horse," triumphed in the inaugural running of the Blue Grass State classic
in the spring of 1875, and gained for her owner, Harry Payne Whitney, the
Eastern sportsman, the sum of $11,450 and what is infinitely more to him
the honor of winning The Kentucky Derby.

Regret, the scion of illustrious thoroughbreds, achieved an easy victory,
and, while she may not be the greatest horse that ever won the Derby, the
daughter of Broomstick and the granddaughter of Ben Brush furnished a
spectacle for more than 40,000 persons at Churchill Downs that will not
soon be forgotten. Dashing to the front with the rise of the barrier, she
made every post a winning post and came on to laurels that were rightfully
hers.

Behind Regret trailed the greatest field that has ever worn silks in this
premier turf event. Pebbles, also carrying the colors of the Eastern
invasion, straining aching muscles, pursued the flying leader to the wire.
In his wake were Sharpshooter, another representative of the East; Royal
II, the English-bred colt; Emerson Cochran, Leo Ray, Double Eagle and the
rest of the struggling field. Sixteen pure-blooded animals accepted the
issue, the largest number in the history of the race.

Far Back was For Fair, a winter king; Ed Crump, the hope of the
Tennesseeans; Norse King, a star of the Maryland racing, and others. Each
had done nobly, he had done his best, but it was not enough to-day. Old
horsemen squinted their eyes unavailingly; they could not recall a Derby
wherein so many good horses had been found wanting. For when was there
such a field as that in the forty-first running of this turf fixture?
Regret and her victory will long be talked of where the turf is discussed.

"A filly cannot win the Derby" has been a familiar slogan in Kentucky. But
no filly of Regret's type has ever before aspired to this turf honor. Of
richest lineage, trained by the master hand of James Rowe, and ridden by
the clever Notter, Regret's claim demanded consideration. Those who
scoffed at her chances did not conside