  Eve, momentarily weary of well-doing, goes for a holiday and a day’s racing On every hand, with that air of mystery so necessary to all real racing “heads,” her admirers urge her to back Mr. Jolly Soel’s horse, which she is proceeding to do. When— —she catches sight of a jockey whose looks attract her, and whose colours satisfy her artistic sense. Naturally she puts “her shirt” (as Adam so vulgarly expressed it) on his mount Her attendant Adams scoff at her foolishness, and Eve has many anxious moments as the race proceeds— —but, of course, Eve’s charger rolls home first, and her feelings overcome her to such an extent that she embraces the attractive jockey in the open. (We regret that the horse, which is on the left of the picture, has only two legs. Eve refuses to draw any more for the money) |
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