Racing Ragout
... By QUINTIN GILBEY IN the twenty odd years before September 3, 1939, an owner of racehorses even if his string was composed of half a selling plater which might win a seller at Plumpton, if there weren't too many triers, was a man envied of his fellows, and highly esteemed, no matter in what society he might find himself. We've got the Joneses coming to dinner tonight, so I do hope dear, you ...