Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-12-07

! the matter to be decided by the noted then
| Congressman, John Morrissey. The latter de-
| cided III favor of Mr.. Belmont and there the
matter rested until meeting the owner OF Tom
! Bowling, Price McGrath, who was an authority
| on card playing. Mr. Sanford related the Incl
dent, and the Kentucky turfman stated Nor
| rissey had decided wrong.
The last named, upon hearing what McGrath
| said went TO the Kentucky turtman and told
| him there was but one way TO settle the mat
ter ard that was for him (McGrath) to bet HIM
10 some expert to decide.
McGrath Backed Down,
and after soundly abusing him Morrissey up-
braided him for disrespectfully questioning
the decision of man who had taken him up
and given him the first opportunity, as it is
known Morrissey did much to put the former
owner of McGrathiana on his way to wealth.
Both long survived the unpleasant incident,
but neither ever forgave or forgot and the turf
closed above them, each with hatred in his
heart for the other. The largest bet ever made,
II is said, on horse race by Mr.. Belmont, was
a wager of s., 600 that Mart Gorden would beat
Merodac at Sara:ogs, the let being taken by
Mr.. X w Cameron. the importer of Leaning
ton. Neither horse belonged to Mr. Belmont ana
the one he selected was no where. while Nero
dac won the race. During his turf career he
made several matches amounting to more than
the sum above named. but such wagers are not
considered betting, as the ordinary term goes.
Simons Admitted 1t.
After bidding on horse that had won
selling race at Nashville this fall, Henry
Simons. the owner of Jubilee, Hamlet and
other fair horses who has earned the notoriety
of being in this line the Bill Daily of the. West.
was met at the quarter stretch gate by the irate
owner of the animal, who, after spending his
wrath in uncompImentary language, wound it
all up by the statement, You are no gentle
\
said SimnDs as he passed oD.
The Brushman's Confession.
Colonel NJ. Louis Clark tells good story Of
brushman who was ruled OF for the crooked
running of horse at Churchill Downs some
little time ago. At the conclusion of the race
the day the man was ruled off Colonel Clark
was sitting on the Club House stoop as the dis
graced owner passed by. The latter halted
and said: well. Colonel. you have ruled me
off, and Just stopped to say / don't give
d 1 amt used to good society. no how"
The Reporter Got Excited.
An amusing story is told of a reporter who
started out few years ago, and having a kuack
of quickly catching on to the colors, his asso-
ciates elected him to call the race and place
the horses as they finished. He did well for
week or more, the meeting being one of long
duration, but finally came a big stake event in
which the starters were very numerous. He,
the field singled out for home and he discov-
cred horse he had big ticket on was walk
ing in. "Kirklin wins in a gallop." he cried.
"Oh, my kirklin! Great klrklinr' and as the
field swept under the wire he made leap to
the ground, and his brother reporters saw him
no more. The judges, of course, placed the first
three horses, but no one to this day can tell
how the others finished: at least such informa-
ton was not to be obtained in the reporters
stand.
How the Talent Was Fooled.
A race came up at a track not far from
Chicago last year and everything was cut and
dried for a certain horse to win. One horse,
however, stood in the way, and the parties
interested proceeded to hunt up the owner of
that horse and see what could be done. He was
quickly found and assured the gentlemen his
horse was far from ready for race, and he was
by no means dangerous element, as he was
running him for work. This knowledge was all
that was wanted, and money of all dennmina-
tons went in on the horse selected to do the
trick The horse that was running for work
steadily went up in the betting, but when he
touched 10 to /, several men, acting as agents
Tor his owner. slpped into the ring and put on
the money first in small amounts and then in
fifties and hundreds. When the flag fell he
went at once to the front, and, leading through
out, romped in the cleverest of winners A
more sorry looking lot of people were never
seen than the gang that thought they had the
race liked, anu to this day several are yet try
ing to ret together as much money as they had
thing.
...----- A Tale of fSadness.
Racing has its ludicrous and thrilling sides,
but sometimes the veil is lifted on picture
that tells tale of sadness Standing by the
fence surrounding the betting quarters at
Washington Park this summer, waiting for
friend to continue the journey to the cars
young couple passed the writer. The man was
handsome specimen of physical manhood,
while his companion's face was picture of
beauty and InodeSty hard to be reproduced. :
You have lost alp she said, "even the gold
piece we held to so long. Our board can run
no longer" she added. NO" he replied. Then
take this, Frank. perhaps we can redeem it:'
and the shapely fingers let loose their grasp on
a lovely diamond ring. 1t hung as though it was
elinging for memories sake to days of the past,
hours of courtship when their hearts were
pighted and vows were passed that linked
their lives together. AS they moved out of
sight in the busy throng could not but wish
they would beat programme. and contrasted
them to an old close-isted bookmaker, who
sprung tendon dealing skin faro, before he
was allowed to put up his sign on the track,
as he remarked, Il lost SS7 the last race, but.
/ won on all the Others. Oh, a trif1ing sum;
something like s5, 200 ahead on the day.