HARVEST FOR JOHNNY APPLESEED

A modern namesake of the old orchard activist goes head to head with seven other renowned harness-racing drivers to give the sport some Southern comfort, and he triumphs at the wire in the crucial mile
February 19, 1973

Saturday night had become Sunday morning, but Johnny Chapman still was seated at a table near the back of the Turf Club at Florida's Pompano Park. For more than an hour harness racing's premier drivers had been stopping by to shake his hand and clink their champagne glasses against his. "Years from now," Chapman said, "I'll probably look back on this night and think how lucky I was to beat these guys. But right now all I'm seeing is a man named Clint Hodgins. Clint is 65 years old, but he's still my hero. He took me to the first motion-picture show I ever saw. I don't remember what it was but it was in Toronto and I was five years old."

At the age of 44, after a quarter century as a harness-racing driver, John Chapman has never won a Hambletonian or a Little Brown Jug. But ask anyone around a trotting track who Chapman is and the answer comes back quickly: maybe the finest catch driver of all time. Last week Chapman added something new to his woefully unpublicized record by beating the finest horsemen in the land in the Florida Drivers' Championship, an event that may do more to nurture the difficult growth of standard-bred racing in the South than anything yet tried.

Over the years any number of gimmicks have been used to bring out the human qualities of harness drivers. International driving championships have been held; the Dancer family has competed against the Filion family; Ms.'s have raced against Ms.'s to see which Ms. was good at a mile. But Pompano's event was something different.

Eight drivers were invited to race for the championship. Glen Garnsey, trainer-driver for Castleton Farm, looked over the list and called it "the Who's Who of Whosedom." When their names are mentioned—Billy Haughton, Delvin Miller, Stanley Dancer, Clint Hodgins, George Sholty, Del Insko, Herve Filion, Chapman—lights brighten in the Hall of Fame of the Trotter at Goshen, N.Y. Collectively, the eight represented more than $87 million in purses earned, 22,000 races won and some 50 victories in the 10 top trotting and pacing races in the land. And, ah, the horses they have driven: Proximity, Adios Butler, Bye Bye Byrd, Lusty Song, Nevele Pride, Super Bowl, Albatross, Belle Action, Dottie's Pick, Race Time, Direct Rhythm, to name but a few.

The eight arrived at Pompano last Friday night to race not for large personal rewards but to pluck some tourist dollars for the sport. In South Florida harness racing has to battle thoroughbred racing, dog racing, jai alai, night clubs, football and exhibition baseball, not to mention fish, sand and sun. So far the struggle has been all uphill.

First through the paddock gate was Filion, who last year won a record 605 races while jumping from track to track as nimbly as a squirrel moves from limb to limb. In 1949 Hodgins led the nation with 128 winners, in 1954 Haughton brought home 153. As recently as 1960 Insko won a championship with 156, but in 1961 Robert Farrington kicked the number over 200 for the first time and then drove it up to an "amazing" 312 three seasons later. No driver topped that until 1968, when Filion won 407. He had 486 in 1970,543 in 1971. In 1972, to win those 605 races, Filion accepted 2,665 mounts—an average of more than seven drives for every day of the year.

"I don't want to win all the races," Filion said at Pompano, "only the ones I'm in. A lot of people asked me if I got tired last year. All I can say is that a man does not get tired when he is doing something he loves. This year I would like to become the first driver ever to win $2.5 million in purses." In 1972 he was close, with $2,473,265.

As Filion spoke, Del Miller entered the locker room. "Herve," Miller said, "this is be-kind-to-old-folks week. Just give some of us oldtimers a chance."

"No pity," said Filion. "Just keep at it. You'll make a success of yourself someday in this game."

"Herve," Miller asked, "how are your mathematics?"

"Not bad, Mr. Miller," said Filion.

"Well, I have a friend who has nine children and every one of the brothers has a sister. How many girls are there?"

"One," said Filion. "You aren't going to catch me on that."

Filion & Company were to go in five races on the regular Pompano card Friday and five more on Saturday, with horses drawn at random. There were no Adios Butlers or Nevele Prides on the program. As Filion was introduced to the crowd, a table of six French Canadians on the top floor of the clubhouse sang the Canadian national anthem. Filion obligingly won—and then won the second race, too. Based on a point system of 50 for a win, 25 for second, 12 for third, eight for fourth and five for fifth, Filion had 100 points to Chapman's 30. Then Chapman won a race, then it was Haughton and then Hodgins.

Filion's first night had been a pip. He put every one of his five mounts on the board either one, two or three. The older drivers were getting restless. Much as they respected Filion, they were not eager to be publicly undressed by him.

Next night the battle raged right down to the last race. Filion led with 184 points, followed by Haughton with 170 and Chapman with 148. Chapman had the rail in the final race with a horse rated 4 to 1 in the morning line, Haughton was coming out of post position six with a 10 to 1 shot and Filion was just outside him with the favorite. Haughton moved out smartly to lead for the first quarter, then Filion slipped ahead. "I wanted to win the damned thing so bad," Haughton said later. "I talked to everybody about the horse I was driving, and I thought I had a real chance. Down the stretch I knew I had Herve beat, and then Chapman got me at the line. I talked to Stanley Dancer afterward and he said he had muscles aching that he didn't know were there. I felt the same way. We had a glass of champagne and started to laugh."

The final score read Chapman 198, Haughton 195, Filion 189. "Only nine points between the top three," Chapman said. "And I was the last guy invited in. But I wanted to be here. All of us have taken so much out of harness racing we felt we should give something back. It's bucking the trend, I guess. A lot of guys in sports today feel that they can earn $80,000 a year for doing very little and sue somebody because it isn't $82,000. Maybe if I had pushed myself a bit harder I could have been a Haughton or a Miller. But I've done well. I've been lucky enough to average $780,000 in purses over the last 12 years.

"It's always been my idea to stay as close to my family as I could, yet still do my job. One day one of our children came home and asked me if I knew what Johnny Appleseed's real name was. I sure did. Johnny Appleseed's real name was Johnny Chapman."

True enough. At Pompano this Johnny-come-lately planted a tree or two of his own.

PHOTOA pride of drivers at Pompano. In the front row at left is Florida champion John Chapman. Beside him: Del Insko, Clint Hodgins and Stanley Dancer. Back row: George Sholty, Billy Haughton, Herve Filion and Delvin Miller.

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