Crawford Burton, the so-called and self-styled gentleman rider has finally won damages for the photograph of him that they published and that embarrassed him so much. Mr. Burton got it both coming and going, after he had sold his manly body, clad in his brilliant silks, to the Camel cigarette people for the pittance of $500.

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The story, as told in the daily press, is a sad one. Mr. Burton testified that "his first intimation of how the picture looked came one day in October, 1934, he said, when at least fifty members of the Exchange met him upon his return from lunch, showed him the result, and made him the butt of ribald remarks and jibes. He was so offended, he testified, that he neglected his work for several days.

"The advertisement showed Mr. Burton in jockey costume holding a saddle over his right arm. He said that through a freak of photography, he had been humiliated and held up to ridicule."

If Mr. Burton is a gentleman jockey, he has unusually tender feelings, to be forced to neglect his work due merely to ribald jibes. And if he is a gentleman he should feel a good deal more humiliated at having spend over two years grubbing for some money in reparation for something that was nobody's fault but his own, and that he had no business getting in for in the first place.

Anybody who owns a seat on the New York Stock Exchange that he can sell for $129,000 has no business crabbing when he gets fooled in the process of displaying himself in four color reproductions on the back of a magazine for $500. It is the self-styled gentleman riders like this that provide good food for revolutionary thought. No wonder the masses riot now and again.