“Last season there was a colt in Mrs. Helen Hay Whitney’s barn named Scapegoat which did most of his training work with Twenty Grand. And, according to the boys in the stable, Scapegoat could outrun Twenty Grand most any time they stepped out on the track for a half mile or five furlongs.
Scapegoat got into the mile second race at Washington Park, an affair for maidens, yesterday and how the folks plunged on him. Stories of the way he outgalloped Twenty Grand went grapevining all through the crowd. And you should have heard the crowd shout as Scapegoat wheeled into the stretch running 12 lengths in front of the field. They started running for the cashier’s side of the mutual pavilion. Then when they looked up at the finish board they discovered Scapegoat had wound up in third place.
Lucky Carter beat him, and so did Dick Porter. Scapegoat was so badly beaten he likely would have fallen down if he had been asked to go another furlong.” (French Lane / Chicago Daily Tribune, 06/03/1931)