Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-04-07
er 100000 as the result

price and divided over 100000 as the result
of his victory, it is said.
In October, 1898, Father Bill" Days
Bolero, at odds ranging from $50 to 800 to /,
captured race at Linden Park, and Father
Bill, who had lost $50 on the favorite and
had failed to have dollar on Bolero, kick
ed himself with his wooden leg all the way
back to Hartford that night. Outsiders
often win at from 10 to 40 to l, but the
most sensational race of the long shot va
riety that remember occurred in St. Louis
a year or two ago. A horse whose name
have forgotten won at odds of 240 to l, and
but one ticket was cashed on his victory.
One of the most interesting plungers and
bookmakers developed of late is Barney
Sohreiber who never saw running race
until about three years ago Barney was q
clerk in a Kansas City clothing store and
drew S12 week. His first bet was on a one
eyed horse from Topeka and the experience
cost Barney a third of his weekly stipend.
He was not discouraged, began studying
the horses, and a few lucky bets placed him
$500 ahead of the game. He left the cloth
ing business, began his turf career as a
small book maker and plunger made large
sums on his book, cleared s., 200 Oh 10 to
l shot and today owns 40 race horses and a
bank account of 500, 900. One of his big
wins was 10000 on Il IL to shot at Mon
mouth Park. One secret of his success is
that he rarely makes a plunge except on
his own horses.
Chris Smith, the famous plunger who
owns 70 Tambien, got his start in New
York one day by betting $35 in a poolroom.
The winners all came his way, and in two
weeks he had won $4,000. Then he went
into the theatrical business with play
called The Sea of lee and it was such a
frost that he lost every dollar he had. AT
Gloucester in 1890 he ran so cent piece up
to 81 800 in single day, but after several
weeks of varying fortunes he found himself
possessed of only $50. Tickle fortune then
began to smile upon him, and in IA short
time he saw his $50 develop into $4,000,
Since then it has beer no uncommon eX-
perience for him to be rich one day and
penniless the next, but he is now credited
with being worth at least 100000. 1t is
said that he constantly carries 100000 or
$50, 900 in his inside pocket and that he
rarely makes a plunge of less than 5000 or
SO, COO. Some of his big plunges have cost
him dear, and the defeat of Meanie and
Royalist at Guttenburg some time ago are
said to have caused a shrinkage of $50, 600
in his finances
Jack Mcdonald, the we'll known book
maker and plunger, about three years ago
engineered one of the biggest coups ever
made on a long shot in America. He Sc
cretly bought and trained mare he called
Daisy Woodruff and entered her at Morris
Park. No one knew anything about her,
and 100 to was the opening price against
her Mcdonald and his friends backed her
so heavily that the price against her was cut
right and left, and she went to the post a
hot NO
and Mcdonald and his friends hit the ring
for cool Sl25, 900
Another daring plunger who has won and
lost fortunes in single day is Dave John
son. Last year early in the season he won
about $40, 600, but his luck turned, and it is
said that he ended the year away behind on
the game Two other famous plungers,
Pittsburg Phil and Mike Dwyer, are said to
have shared the same fate.
One of the best long shot stories eXtant
is told at the expense of a bOOkmaker called
Fatty" Phillips, who was on his block at
Hawthorne one day last year, watching the
horses at the post, when there was break
away, and just as Phillips saw that HOusa
tonic was left at the post a small, timid
voice below him piped, Five on Housa,
tonic 1t seemed to be such clear case
of money to burn that Phillips fat form
larry OSClliutetl WITH Suppressed tll''ChI CS
as he clutched the s. bill thrust toward him
by Small Voice and cried, Five hundred
to Housatonic!'
The instant he secured the ticket Small
Voice vanished in the crowd, and when it
was announced a second later that there
was false start the fat bookmaker nearly
had heart disease. He looked around foI
Small Voice, but Small Voice and his big
ticket We're out Of sight. The horses went
to the post again, Housatonic won the race
in a canter and the fat bookmaker emitted
a heartfelt groan as he saw Small Voice, a
man who knew a start from false start
every day in the week, take 1905 out of his
strong box. EARLE H. EATON.