Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1885-09-23
Poor Little Tommy Moran.
Hoe Howard in the Boston Herald

[ don't know of a more pathetic in
cident than the death of little jockey
Moran on the Coney Island track YES
terday The bell started thirty-one
horses, an outrage of itself on such a
narrow track, and among the riders
was Tommy Moran, 16 years
old, and small Of his age, the
support and pet of his mother and
two sisters all three filled with woman.
ly pride because of q race their son
and brother had just won. Off thew
all started, and little Jockey Moran,
who had one OF the most innocent
faces ever seen on q boy, smiled at
his mother and dotted his cap as he
passed the starter. He was riding
Miss DAILY. His employer, w. G..
DAILY, said to him: "Keep the fill
ly on the outside Of the track, Tom
my, and then you will be safe"
The boy bent his head in reply,
touched the whip to his FLY and was
off on his ride to death. How it all
happened was this way: When the
flag dropped the thirty-one horses
got off as near together as was posi-
bic on such q narrow track. Little
Moran was in the middle of the flying
bunch. his little head with the green
cap bobbing up and down. He was
TANNED in. Horses were in front of
were on each side of him. 1t was a
wild race and the intermingling colors
of the jockeys were a rare sight to
see. Navarro and Joe Howell were in
front Just before the stables were
reached. 1t was a fatal point, for
right at that point Jockey SAKE met
his death a year ago. Suddenly there
was collision and Blizzard with his
rider, Daredevil Garrison, was seen to
fall. The red jacket and green cap OF
Moran were seen to 60 down together
with the filly. On came the flying
horses. What cared those dumb
brutes for their excited Jockeys? Ma
varrO went flying past the post.
Then there was q rush to the
point where little Moran and Jockey
Garrison lay. The latter was cut
and bruised, but living. Moran was
cut and bruised, and mangled and
dead. His young life had gone out in
stantly, for one Of the hoofs of Bonnie
Lee had crushed in his skull. The peo-
pie III U1lS SIdllu SOd1lu hllCN III lOU.
Just then Mrs. Moran was straining
her eyes for sight Of her beloved boy.
Mr.. DAILY, his employer, lighted over to
the fatal point. Tears coursed down
his rough and rugged face when he saw
his pet Jockey lifeless. He loved him
as much as he could a son. His grief
was intense and made others cry. The
dead body of the boy was carried into
a stable. Then everybody on thegrand
stand knew that Moran was dead, and
many a woman's handkerchief was
brought into use. The poor mother
sat there as still as a pillar of stone.
The news was too sudden and shocking
to her. The darling that she had
kissed a few hours before was cold in
death. Then came reaction, and
that was too sad to be described here.
The Indignation against the managers
of Brighton Beach was intense, but
did not last long on the race course.
In a few minutes men and women were
betting just as wildly as ever; jockeys
were weighing out for the next race;
the bell was calling the horses to the
post, and amid all lived the Borrowing
heart of mourning mother, bending
over the form Of the boy who would
never caress her in life. Queer lives
those Jockeys live, to be sure.