Each great athlete must some day bow to that perennial old champion, Father Time, even as I, for Time eventually wins.

As a reward of their clean living and good habits these great stars have been able to withstand the rigorous test of stamina and physical exertion and have thus successfully extended their most remarkable careers over a period of many strenuous years.

I have also noticed that when a rider who had confidence in his ability was defeated, after doing his level best to win, always received an ovation from the gathering.

There will always be that dreadful monster prejudice to do extra battle against because of their color.

An athlete must have ability to reach the top, but many who have ability and who do not live clean lives never have and never will be champions for obvious reasons.

Each great athlete must some day bow to that perennial old champion, Father Time, even as I, for Time eventually wins.

The moral turpitude of the boys of today appears to center in their failure to concentrate on any particular objective long enough to obtain their maximum results.