The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1875-07-31
OLD ENGLAND.
Uncle Joe EIli0tt's Experiences of NJ 9TH



erCountry.
The other day "Gath" interviewed
Joe Elliott, the sporting editor of the
New York Times, about his experiences
in England. Appended is part of what
followed: Il
had been in England for the first and
only time of his life during the present
spring and summer, and 1 thought the
opportunity good to test his experience
on American sporting matters by what
he had seen of England. So 1 said:
"WeIl, Elliott, what do You think OF
England ?"
habited by a race of heather barba-
| rians. 1 had letter to Tattersall, and
I delivered it Just before I came away.
had been there many days, looking at
the sales; but I didn't want to be
coached, and delayed presenting the
letter. Said Tattersan Mr.. Elliott,
bow long do you stay in London 2
Said I: If my watch is correct 1 shall
be out of this town in about two hours.
How do you like the country 2 We'll,
/ havn't seen anything in it to like. 1t
appears to me to be only partly civil
| lied. and how, in the name of God, you
are going to civilize such material as
you have got here passes my compre-
hension."
"Still you did not like England ??
oNo. The spectators of the races
there are the lowest cGn0aUS OF the
earth, Such an audience as you see at
Jerome Park, or the Branch, or at Lex
ington, is unknown in England. Az tbs
new track near London there was
tariff for admission. "We won't ave
it, you know" cried the mob. And
they cleared away that fence like SO
many pioneers, inundated the field. and
laughed at authority. At the Durham
races the golfers came in, noisy, tight
ing, heathenish. saw one fellow who
held the stakes for two others seized
and they began to gnaw at his fist with
their teeth to make him drop the money.
At---the mob swept the field, Knocked
me down and ran over me, and lastly,
man on horseback galloped over me.
At the heath of Newmarket I took a
horse, afraid to go on foot longer, and
being pretty fat and matured I soon
felt very sore so I saw a number oil
press vans on the track with reporters
inside, driving over the course an6
printing as thew proceeded. I handed
in my card to one of the gentry, 10
seph Elliott, sporting editor of the
New York Herald and said: 'Wil
you permit me, sir, to ride with youl
driver!' mo, Ill be damned if do !!
Why, sir, in the house of lords I saw I
great placard: Beware of pickpock
cts. Sporting houses like Jim Shaw'i
are almost inaccessible from the thieves
and rufians around them. Women art
unable to attend the greater part of thu
races with respect. I.went to tn:
Tower of London in a cab it happened
to be free day F.; a policeman said to me
You are a stranger, amt you? We'll!
don't go in there to-day they'll pich
everything off your body they'll str1I
you. Come back on a shilling day:
held up my hands and said: My
God is there any place on this island
where man is safe d"
"Perhaps you might find that wick.
edness in the sporting classes chiefly.
81 don't know. The whole nation
seemed to me to be brutal. At the hotel
where I stopped well-dressed man
would enter and say, loud enough te
be heard by all: Waiter, who's that
old beggar?" That's an American
sirl' sOh, a Yankeel' I was
witness to four respectable-l looking
English Quaker women, opposite thu
J Lord Mayors residence, drinking sue
cessively four pints of streng porte
each in public house. 1t seemed t.
me that the English women didn'
wash. I thought they all stunk."
Perfectly sincere, a little opinion
ated, vet always known to be reliable
thus did Uncle Joe descant upon on
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