The setting at Du Quoin was just about perfect. Great clouds of fluff spreading welcome patches of shade under a brilliant sun; a magnificent, milk-chocolate-colored track drying out from a previous day's rain to lightning-fast condition; in the stands, 22,000 trotting buffs from all over the country, drawn to this race despite the fact that there is no betting in Du Quoin; a field of 15 horses that included the best of the country's 3-year-olds. For nearly everyone but Ralph Baldwin the result of the race was a fitting, thrilling climax.
In the first heat, Diller Hanover demonstrated the courage that has sustained him all season. Outside all the way through a blazing first half mile, his greatest trial came with an eighth mile to go when, appropriately, Tie Silk came at him. These two fought out the last yards, stride by stride, and only Diller's handsome neck was over the wire before Tie Silk's nose. Ralph Baldwin, as usual, had been obliged to start slowly with Tie Silk. He'd been ninth at the half-mile post, had made up possibly a dozen lengths in a spirited rush, and all it had earned him was second place.
The second heat was marred by a jam-up of horses on the first turn which kept a number of them from putting Diller to a second severe test. Diller escaped the first-turn trouble by a few strides, was covered up on the rail to the head of the stretch and breezed home by two and a half lengths.
Frank Ervin drove him well. His name, deservedly, goes into the records. As for Ralph Baldwin—luckily, in addition to being a fine sportsman he is also a patient man.