Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1874-10-06
POOLING.
How Doctor Underwood EEsfvens
saratOea in a Betting Way.

saratOe in a Betting Way.
George Alfred Townsend has been
writing some saucy letters to the Chi
cago Tribune, descriptions of scenes and
incidents about the racing course al
Saratoga. We clip the following the
confusion of his last letter:
Look at those rows of chairs, filled
with an orderly audience of all social
shades and motives. Underwood s
voice is going like kettle drum;
Going, going, there gone, Madge is
sold for 81 l25. Now how much am i
bid for Fadladeen? Fifty dollars for
Fadladeen. Only $50 for Fadladeen,
the child of Poteen, whose dam was Dub
lin Brogue, whose father was the great
Snorting Arabian. And what am bid
for Fadladeen2 Oh, he is foine horse.
Fifty.fve dollars, one hundred, two hum
dred and fifty Oh, now, upon my
worrud, that is too bad for Fadladeen.
Three hundred and twenty-five for the
grandson of the great Snorting Ara
bian"
-Four hundred" says a quiet voice,
and gets him. The man with the quiet
voice is a great turf authority. He was
bred among racers, Colonel in the Union
army, author of standard stud book,
in which he put fifteen years of close
pedigFee reporting, and he has purchased
some Of the leading race horses of the
day for their owners. He bought Henry
Bassett for $500, and held him when
Mcdaniel was unable to honor his draft
the same horse on which that old turf
man afterwRrd won $4,000 With his
knowledge OF stock, jockeys and trainers,
he quietly buys a couple of pools night,
hedges with a stock of mutual TICKETS,
wins without a word, and with his win
nines in his pocket book, proceeds the
same day to report the race for his publi-
cation.
"And $50 is all for Yesuvius. II is
yours sir, and you got it, o fairies OF
Kilkennyi so chapel
The 5uyer Of Yesuvius is a good
natured. middle-aged married man. His
father left him SIS, 900 ands propensity
for sporting. Broughtup to no business,
he cultivated turf authorities, went from
race to race, kept the company OF
longer.headed men, and on good advice
put down his money neryily.
Are you ahead, Yostf f"
" Yes l just about make expenses
every year. Guess I'll bet no more after
this season."
Ionder sits in a group half dozen
Gulf-State professional sporting men
around their leader, silVer.tongued,
captivating faro-dealer. They are not
very flush of money, but put together,
and. if successful, divide pro rata, or
fractionally. II, meantime, they can
find some gentry more ardent to play a
hand atpoker than to avoid the bar-room,
thew withdraw to fine chamber in the
hotel; the bottle is passed and praised,
and all night long, silent as mice, the
battle of chance or plunder goes on.
"And Gray Planet is knocked down to
Johnny Roe for $50, by me sowl
johnny Roe is McDanieFs old Jockey,
too heavy now to ride, but he sticks to
the outskirts of the turf, works, perhaps
as a trainer, and tempts destiny in the
pools.
Bv his side is a Newmarket rider,
freckled, weighing under a hundred
pounds. unable constitutionally to
clothe his bones in flesh; and his grand
father and great grandfather were all
Jockeys before him, all belonging to that
singular race Of riding manikins who
would have no place in nature i there
we're no running horses. be has re-
ceived presents Of some scores Of dollars
from betting winners for carrying race,
and tonight be put il on The horse he Is
70 -ide tomorrow.
In - background stand a dozen veal
thy turfmen, 'guying 40 9i their pgR-