The Press., 1893-07-13
MIR. scHoEnFELD,s LUCKY ERROR.
He Forgot He Was Betting Pounds, Not
 Dollars hut .Jangler Wons

He Forgot He Was Betting Pounds, Not
 Dollars, but Jangler Won4
 While Mir. Schoenfeld, the horse own CT of Indiana, was in England in 1892 he picked up some pretty good horses. Just as the horses were being taken down to the ship the colt Jangler fell sick and had to be left behind.
 Mir. Sch0enfeld remained in England to visit some of the tracks. So he placed Jangler with Alfred Day at Newmarket, with instructions to get him in shape by early fall. He then started to do the races, saw the Lincoln handicap open the legitimate season, attended the spring meetings at Newmarket, Epson and Sandown, spotting the winners ut&e City and Suburban, the Great Metropol- itan and the Derby, generally having a pretty good time and luckily winning enough to pay expenses.
 The British bookmaker does most of his business s'on the nod" with regular race goers, weekly settlements being made on Mondays. MT. Schoenfeld was soon recognized as responsible bettor and could bet away freely on credit.
 During these months he had heard now and again from Alfred Day that Jangler was doing nicely, coming back to his feed and form, and one letter in- timated that he would, if placed right, soon be good enough to win nice stake. Later Mr. Schoenfeld received this tele- gram:
 Have entered colt Egham Plate at Windsor; think he will about do; put 20 each way.
 Being in London on the day of the race MT. Schoenfeld went down to Wind, sor. Strolling into the betting ring about 10 minutes before the start, with the amount he intended betting buzzing in his head, namely $100, he halted in front of bookmaker with whom he had a business acquaintance.
 Thompson, how much will you give me on Jangler?' he said in as offhand a manner as possible.
 "Gtive you tens," was the response.
 "That isn't enough. He's rank out slider, but he's the last on the card, and I take fancy sometimes to back the end one"
 "Well, I'll give you elevens," said Thompson. .... 'NO, I0pll6u OCAOOLlCAu1 SAFC AAO A~ to 1, and I'll bet you a hundred"
 "Doner' said the penciler, and, MT. Schoenfeld walked away toward the sad ding paddock to see how Jangler looked. While there it suddenly flashed across his mind that he had bet e1Q0 and not dollars on an untried colt, Pushing his way back to the bookmaker he asked, ''How did you understand my bet" he gasped, "dollars or pounds?
 "Why, pounds, of course," said the booky. I've don't know anything about your Yankee currency over here."
 "Why, meant dollarsV replied MT. Scheenfeld. "Can't you alter it? don't want to risk $500 on this colt"
 "Very sorry can't oblige you; but you see, it was several minutes since you made this bet, and I made my other prices accordingly. You'll have to stand it now"
 Before he could reach q point where he could see, the winner flashed past the post, but for once the British crowd for. | got to shout the name of the first horse | ''Some doubt about who's got it, l sup | pose," thought the speculator; so, calling to man who could see the winners number hoisted, he asked, "Who's won- can you see?' s-~ -~.-. .:..: :-"f | In few seconds the reply came, sfSome bloody dark loss from Ali Days stable name O Jingles or Jangles, or summa l like that"
 With deep sigh of relief, MT. Sehoep field mentally wrote down $6,O00 on tn. credit side of Jangler's account anc went back to town to have real good | time.-New York Times.