The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1893-05-24
MR.. scHoENFELDs LUCKY ERROR.
He Forgot He Was Betting Pounds. Not
Dollars, but JangIer Won.


Dollars, but Jangier Won.
While Mr.. Scsoenfeld. the horse own
er 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.
Mr.. Schoenfeld 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 of the
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
bis business ION the nod" with regular
race goers, weekly settlements being
made on Mondays. Mr.. Schoenfeld was
soon recognized as a 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 resolved this tele-
| gram:
Have entered colt Egham Plate mt Windsor:
| think he will about do; put 20 each way.
DAY.
Being in London on the day of the
race Mr.. 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 500, he halted in
front of a bookmaker with whom he had
a business acquaintance.
Thompson, how much will you give
me ON Janglerf" he said in as offhand a
manner as possible,
"Give you tens" was the response.
THAT isn't enough. He's rank out
slider, but he's the last on the card, and
take fancy sometimes to back the end
one"
"Well, I'll give you elevens," said
Thompson.
NO. replied Schoenfeld; "give me 12
to 1, and I'll bet you a hundred"
"Done" said the penciler, and Mr.
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 G100 and not
dollars on an untricd 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. Eve don't know anything about
your Yankee currency over here"
"Why, | meant dollars!" replied Mr..
Schoenfeld. Cant you alter itS don't
want to risk $500 on this colt"
"Very sorry can't oblige you; but,
you see, 1t was several minutes since you
made this bet, and made my other
prices accordingly. You'll have to stand
it now"
Before be could reach 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 a man who could see the winners
number hoisted, he asked, "Who's won
can you see?'
In a few seconds the reply came, "SOme
bloody dark 'oss from ALI Days stable
name o. Jingles or Jangles, or summa,
like that"
With deep sigh Of relief, Mr.. Schoen.
field mentally wrote down $4,000 on the
credit side of Jangler's account and
went back to town to have real good
time.-New York Times.