r.

After a short delay at the starting pole, all breasted the line together
and up went the barrier. Down the stretch came the charging thoroughbreds;
past the grandstand they sped with Regret leading by a half length,
Pebbles second and Sharpshooter third, overlapped by Ed Crump. The others
were in close attendance.

On swept Regret, Jockey Notter sat well forward and the filly moved with
the utmost precision, maintaining a moderate rating stride that bespoke
much reserve. Pebbles still hung at the saddle girth, his long sweeping
strides a source of discomfort to the backers of the favorite. Plain it
was that Pebbles was the chief contender, and in the interest of the
thousands it was a two-horse race.

Around the first turn and up the back stretch went the flying leaders. At
the five-eighths pole Pebbles challenged, and momentarily seemed to make
up a few inches on the pacemaker, but Notter loosened his reins a notch
and Regret responded easily. Sharpshooter was still leading the pursuit.
Ed Crump, a close attendant, then made his move. Near the end of the back
stretch the Schorr colt crept up. He was ridden by Jockey Goose, a
Louisville boy, and his friends sounded above the din, "Come on Roscoe."
But Ed Crump was not equal to the occasion. He tried, but failed and
dropped back further and further as the journey progressed.

As they took the turn by the old clubhouse Pebbles made a determined bid
for the honor and glory that go to the winner of the Kentucky Derby. Again
Regret met his challenge easily. She moved away from her dogged rival and
came into the stretch with a lead of a length and a half. Sharpshooter
plodded stubbornly after the Butler crack, his steel-like cords playing
beneath the skin. Three-sixteenths of a mile from the wire Notter shook up
the filly slightly and she came on down the rail two lengths in front of
Pebbles. Sharpshooter, driving madly under the urging of Jockey Butwell,
held Royal II. safe.

Regret pulled up remarkably fresh after her long journey. When she came
back into the charm circle before the judges' stand she was still full of
run. When the wreath was placed around her neck and Jockey Notter boosted
up on her bare, sweaty back the cheering which had accompanied her victory
was a mere whisper in comparison to the ovation she received when the idea
that the unattainable had been attained and that a filly had conquered the
princes of the turf and won a Kentucky Derby, penetrate