Running Recollections and How to Train

16 should have been run at Edinburgh and my last at Huddersfield, two places with which we were each identified. My next meet with Bradley took place at Powderhall, in the following year, ina " match." The Huddersfield man was to give me three yardsstart in 100. He was successful in this, but Iturned thetables onhim in the 120, wherein [ was in receipt of three-and-a-half yards. As in the previous year, we both got through our heats, but the result was widely different, asI was given the decision by half-a-yard. Bradley and I met again later on that year at Celtic Park, Glasgow, in a 120 Invitation Handicap.That was the funniest raceI ever took part in, both as regards handicap­ ping and the issue. The handicap was framed by a gentleman who would never give in that Iwas as fast as 1 was made out to be, but, asI have said before, I was not a t: Glaswegian." Accordingly heplaced me on the four yards' mark, although I had previously beaten Bradley with three-and-a-half. Whether it was prejudice or ignorance that was responsible for the action 1 know not, but there the fact remains. In the race, Max Wittenberg had two- and -a-quarter, Teddy Messenger six-and-a-half, and Gal­ lagher, of Ireland, seven. 1 believe that Joe Magee, the Irish three-quarter back, was on seven yards also. Poor old Bub Hindle was pistol firer. Bob had a style of starting all his own. He believed in talking soothingly to the men. " Noo, lads," he used to say, ".get a'nicely set, noo, staand steady, nicely set, nicely" Bang ! Upon this occasion he was in the middleof this speechwhen someone in white went flying past me. " Bang " went the gun, and 1 went after the object in white. The crowd were furious, and hooted and shouted like fiends, until at last Bradley