Cheer up brothers, for the day is at hand. Suffolk Downs dusts off the bugle this afternoon.

It has been our custom in past years to foretell of the future for this glorious event, particularly with respect to the $5000 feature race, the Damon Runyon Memorial. In these troubled times, however, all is flux, and we have seen fit to substitute for our predications the following document.

This fragment was presented to us be an ancient oriental, an habitue of the ovals, so to speak, who claims descent from Confucius, and who has shown remarkable prowess of late at Lincoin Downs. We quote in part:

It is written, Two dollars on the back of a horse profiteth nothing, but I say unto you, this is blasphemy.

2. For behold I am returned this day from Lincoin of Providence, in the land of the great races;

3. And my pocket is filled, and my cup runneth over.

4. And all people round about did marvel at my great works for my treasure did grow and magnify by sixty nine dollars and fifty cents; and my wisdom was very great.

5. Take heed, therefore, an is that want: for a measly few hours will pass before thy chance is at hand.

6. For on this day, which is called Satur Day, thou shalt gird up thy loins to the mud land of the east, into the Downs that are called Suffolk.

7. And thou shalt know which is the place by the multitude, and the flag staffs, and by the geese which play in the infield; and thou shalt enter in straightway.

8. But show not thy Bow Tie and thy White Walled Tire, lest thy friends shall be legion; for verily I say unto thee thou shalt know a tree by its fruits; therefore hear my-words thus:

9. Beware of the servants of Armstrong; for they poreth mightily over the Racing Form and the Tip Sheet, but they heedeth not the spirit of the horse on that day nor that which the horse hath eaten at Breakfast; and I say verily they will have their reward.

10. Beware likewise the Timer; for he riseth early in the day and loitereth by the rail in search of the Fast Horse, but Hell will freeze over are he risketh a long Shot; and verily I say he shall have his reward.

11. Beware also the Hunch Player, for he chooseth a horse by its initials, or because that it resembles one of his ancestors; and verily I say he will have his reward.

12. Beware again the false prophets; for there dwelloth in the land an old soothsayer in the place of the Meric, and his name is called Bill and he is of the Shea's; and he is wondrous glib with his tongue unto the hour of Post Time;