The mention of Bromhead naturally reminds me of the paper which he served so well for so many years. The _Referee_ was established by Henry Sampson some few yew after Mr. Corlett found the continuous-paragraph method so sudden and so triumphant a success. But the founders of the new paper, while appreciating the main reason of their rival’s success, were not slow to observe the departments in which the older paper was “slack.” So from the start the _Referee_ gave a proper attention to arrangement of contents and sub-editing. And the paper is still distinguished for its care in these respects. In a former chapter I have alluded sympathetically to the fact that death has dogged the footsteps of Mr. Corlett’s staff. The _Referee_ has a more fortunate record. Of the original staff of the _Referee_, four members are still living and working. These are Mr. Richard Butler, Mr. H. Chance Newton, Mr. Edwards, and Mr. George R. Sims. The “Handbook” on the first page has of recent years become a valued feature. The best of the series was contributed by the patient and reflective Nesbit, of the _Times_. He was followed by Christie Murray. The present writer is Mr. Arnold White, whose range is more limited than that of his predecessors. But he strikes the patriotic note all the time. And the expression of his patriotism never rings false. In the seventies the _doyen_ of the racing Press was Comyns Cole, of the _Times_ and the _Field_. In whatever society he might be found Cole was always a striking personality. He was not only an accomplished journalist, but he was a typical English gentleman of the school even then becoming regarded as “old.” He possessed all the gracious courtesy of a more formal age. At the time when I made his acquaintance he was well over sixty, but he was erect in carriage, slim in figure, always carefully dressed to suit the occasion, and impartially polite to Dukes and jockeys. His carefully-cultured grey moustache gave him something of a military appearance. His greatest charm was, perhaps, in a voice of unusual sweetness. And on the Turf he was liked and respected by everybody, high and low. Not merely was Cole a gentleman in thought and act, but he spoke and wrote like one. He could never have become contaminated by the baleful influences of the Press-room.