Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1895-05-04


take to convince him or one of his kind
that there Is nothing but
disordered stomach behind a dream,
and that luck is something for
the urchin who plays pitch
and toss to talk about-to curse when
he loses and to smile when he wins,
and that it should have no place in
the heart of the man who lives by the
cleverness with which he places his
horses and his wagers.
II had a dream last night" said
well-known horseman sitting in the
smoking room of the Shoreham hotel
ut Washington one evening last week,
that Stonenell had won the Kempton
Park Jubilee stakes in England; in
fact, he won it easily, and there was no
horse near him at the finish. There's
a tip for you, for as a dreamer l am
a success. You all remember Cast
away lis Brooklyn Handicap, don't
you? Four or five nights before the
Brooklyn Handicap was run l saw the
race in my dreams and had firmly
made up my mind to bet large sum
on the 4-year-old; but 1 had seen him
run on heavy track at Elizabeth only
the week before, and he couldn't get
out of his own way in the sticky foot
ing. 1t rained the night before the big
race at Gravesend, and when l saw the
track l laughed at myself and my
dreams. All, me, the money l could
have won! The mud was thin, and
flew like so much water from beneath
hnttnm
gave a foothold as secure as any one
could desire. Castaway II. simply
smothered that field, and I've not got
over it since. But if / don't have a
bet on Stonenell for the Kempton Park
$4,000 stake, why, it will be because
they won't change American dollars in
to British pounds"
This started discussion of dreams
in connection with horse races, and
several good stories were told. A
newspaper man told how the wife of a
fellow writer had brought $40 bill to
his house long before he had risen, and
conflding it to his wife, left instruc-
tions to place the money on a colt
called Harvery for the Lawnview Han
dicap at Gravesend. The newspaper
man, over his breakfast, scoffed at the
chances of Harvery beating such high
class horses rs Richmond and Favor,
and wanted to leave the money at
home in trust for the wife of his friend.
Yielding, however, to the earnest ar
guments advanced as to the condition
of affairs there would be If this horse
really won and there was large sum
of money to make good, the $50 bill was
taken to Gravesend. When the time
came for the Lawnview handicap, the
fourth race on the card to be decided,
a visit was made to the betting ring.
The plungers were on Richmond to a
man, and with Mclaughlin in the sad
die it seemed to be sheer madness to
bet on any of the horses that sported
silk in the same race, for the Dwyer
Brothers champion was at that time
In the zenith of his powers. Harverd
was a 3-year- owned by a Broadway
merchant, and he had but shortly risen
from obscurity, having run only one
or two races in moderate company, and
chances were so poorly thought of that
go to l was common quotation in the
betting ring. The newspaper man fin
gered the $40 bill irresolutely, being
confident that it was like throwing Sc
much good money into the fire to place
1t on the 3-year-old He was placing
the money in his pocket again with the
intention of returning it to it's fair own
er, and giving at the same time some
good advice for government on other
ventures in speculation, when Charles
Reed, the veteran sportsman, came
along.
Hello, youngster! What are you
on?" was his CHEEKY salute.
Nothing" was the reply, and ther
came the story of the commission o.
500 on Herverd.
Grasping the newspaper man by thu
arm, Mr.. Reed said:
when you're as old as old Ree(
you'll know better. Come on, and vel
bet that money at the longest odds
When you get a commission-don'
take 'em If you can get out of it-bu
when you get a commission put tn,
money down, If it's on red OK to bea
a railway train"
The money was placed at 60 to /
and the ticket calling for $1,220 wa
carefully folded and placed in an in
side pocket, At flag fall Harved, t.
the utter establishment of the throng
shot to the front and opened up sucl
gap shat Mclaughlin had to go to th
whip on Richmond half mile from tn
finish. Young Ossler, at that time
white haired midget, but jockey o
great promise for his years. had tn
mount on Harved, and so we'll did h
stall off Richmond's rush in the home
stretch that the 3-year- won by
head.
No man who has not been there cal
imagine the feelings of the commits
sioner as he watched the race, and real
lied how nearly he had been to making
great mistake. The woman receives
her winnings, and as she tossed tn