Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-07-22
TRICKS OF THE TURF.
An Impostor Tries to be Sharp, and
is Beaten at His Own Game.
A CALIFORNIA STREET CAR FLYER
Incoming Trains Bringing Sporting men
From ALI Points.
HOTEL AND DEPOT CONVERSATIONS.

Sporting men from the four cardinal
points of the compass came in yesterday, on
all the railroad lines centering in Pittsourg,
and set their baggage down at the numerous
hotels. They were out for fun-barrels oil 1t.
In the dining rooms, in the lobbies, IN the
corridors, there was one topic that was on
the tongues OF all. Everybody was talking
''horse." 1t was nothing but races at break
fast. ''Homewood speed trials" at dinner,
and the same thing at the supper table.
'Horse racing has peculiar charm 1or
many business men," remarked A. j. Nc
Donald, clerk at the Hotel Schlosser.
"when they grow rusty in the gruesome
cares of business, they 60 to the races to tear
themselves away from the thralldom OF toll.
How do you do. gentlemen" he remarked
pleasantly, as Messrs. G. W. Wilson and
Charles E. Shoup registered from Franklin,
Pa. "Wake you at 6? Certainly Sound
the bell promptly, to give you go. so you
can take a few hours spin round the city
and size it up before you 60 down the
Homewood stretch"
LOADED WITH TIPS.
A party of the "boys" seated in front OF
the Seventh Avenue, last night, filled the
atmosphere with "tips" and pointers
from the turf. During lull in the con-
versation, a gentleman well known as one
of the best posted in trotting circles. spoke up.
"Not long ago." he said, 81 was driving trot-
ter in 2:30 race when tumbled to the TACT
that another fellow was ringing, that is, he
had 2:20 horse entered In the z:3O race, under
hot rama ic
sharpers. Nobody suspected has scheme, and L
did not say anything. The decisive heat was TO
come off, and, knowing that his horse was faster
than any of the rest, the sharper went around
taking all the bets he could get. met him and
went him cool hundred that his horse would
lose the race. He took me up. When the bell
rang for the heat to begin We drove down the
stretch together and got the word to go;
All could do was to hold his wheel till
we passed the half-mIle pole. Than 1 showed
him trick that was worth two of his. held
my whipstock down against the flying spokes
of the rapidly revolving sulky wheels. 1t made
a horrible racket. The sharper's horse jumped
aside in terror, reared and plunged and broke,
and while his driver was holding him in to get
him down to a trot, my little mare, VINO was
trained to the spoke racket,
SAILED sERENELY PAST
and poked her nose under the wire first, a
winner. The sharper could not squeal. without
taking the chances Of exposing himself, SO he
took his medicine like little man."
Talking about tricks OF the turf" said
another, fa gentleman was going through the
streets of San Franci>co once, when he was
struck by the gait of street-car horse. He
thought he saw good points in him, bought the
horse and trained him till he trotted a mile at
a 2:2O clip. The flyer was entered in a race,
and the fight lay between him and
another horse. Somehow the opposition got
ON to the fact that this horse had
yanked a street car, and they hatched up a
scheme When the final heat came of the
two leaders came down the home stretch, neck
and neck. Suddenly the opposition driver
1ingled little bell under his seat. The street
car horse heard it, and, remembering old
| times, stopped with suddenness that nearly
| threw his driver off the sulky."
"Did he lose the racer" asked bystander:
"Why, the band played then, and l left,
| and before the boys could lynch him he hao
| faded down the street, singing softly Nobody
| knows nobody knows"