St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-02-25
A WINNER OF GREAT BETS.
Yet He Feels No Unusual Ella
tio1, N)t a Trace Of Ex-
citement.
WHEN FRoHMAN LAUGHS
There Must Be Abundant Rea-
son for 1.-THE Result Of
a Cough.

THROUGHOUT Tic racing WOi1u, lids
won and lost several fortunes in the
last few years. He is the creature
of chance. One day he is broke, and
the next he is throwing money away.
He is a mystery to the turf. He has
been hemmed in and squeezed, and
turned around and kicked in the
betting ring, but on every occasion
he has eventually landed on his feet
and 81 zen his pursuers "the laugh"
The secret Of his success may lie in
the fact that he has no earthly idea
of the value Of money Possession of
it occasions him no unusual fappi-
ness. The winning of a big bet in
the ring doesn't change a single
beat of his heart, and he accepts a
heavy loss with the same sang froid.
'"The biggest bet [ ever won in a
single day." he said to me the other
night, was $4,000. I felt in my ordi-
nary spirits when L entered the ring,
and for some reason took a fancy
to what many of the bettors consid-
cred an old skate. I cant explain
why l fancied the horse, but 1 did.
1 had plenty of money with me, and
went down the line taking up many
bets with the heaviest kind of odds.
l think they were 20 to 1. / was
laughed at by dozens of people who
watched me placing the money, and
even the bookmakers took gOod-na-
tured jOshes at me as 1 went down
the line. Anyhow the skate, as they
called him, won, and he won by a
block at that. 1t was the greatest
surprise of the meeting, and no one
was more surprised than T. Well,
collected $4,000 in cold cash and put
it in my pants pocket. l didn't feel
any unusual elation. The crowd
was excited when it saw me collect
the big money, but the excitement
was all on their side | wondered
at my own feelings as I walked out
of the ring. [ wondered why I
didn't feel excited and in high spirits
But, by Jove, felt as [ always did,
and seemed to regard it as mat
ter of course. The winning of that
bet didn't do me half as much good
as another win [ made in a Chicago
pool room a short time ago, where I
first made a single win of $500, then
put it all On the next race and won
$3.50. I was eiated that day, and
still I don't know why. I don't care
for money, and never did. [ like to
spend it, of course, in having a good
time, but as far as worrying about
it is concerned, why, 1 never worry,
that's all. I was never kept down
any length Of time; never had any
trouble getting money, and that may
explain it."
Shaw is therefore a mystery. Any
man who can get that familiar with
money is a mystery to me. l never
felt that way. I often felt certain
sense of citation when 1 drew my sal
airy, an citation springing from the fact
perhaps that / was as often surprised
to get it. But to get so familiar with it
as to speak of it disparagingly, or even
in a careless, Indifferent way, is some
thing L never dreamed of, not me.
s. .
manager, is a man who seldom laughs
in the theater. He has seen sosmany
bad plays, no doubt, and knows so thor
oughly the methods of the average
comedian that he has grown sour of
the stale comedy he and the rest of us
see as a rule. His laugh is bottled for
occasions. When he laughs there is
reason on the stage why the audience
should laugh. It takes something good
to make him laugh. Saturday after
noon, however, he sat in d box at the
Metropolitan and laughed like a fiend
at the antics of Bert Coote, who i'm
personated the New Boy. couldn't
help feeling that Coote was destined
to earn large spot in the managers
heart, judging simply from the way
Frohman laughed at him. When Froh-
man laughs at one Of his stars he is
Immensely pleased. Consequently, it
looks well for Coote Had Coote known
Frohrnan was there it might have
spoiled his work, the same as it often
spoils a good reporters work when. he
knows the city editor is looking over
his shoulder and waiting for his copy.
It's nearly the same thing.
Sometimes a cough will completely
ruin a good situation on the stage, and
utterly destroy the point of a joke"
said Barry Maxwell, the veteran min
strel man, in conversation the other
night ga cough has been known to
kill an actor on the very beginning of
his work, and make him bad for the rest
of the night. I have often worked up
Jokes on the end. l have had the au-
dience in a good humor and eXpectant
frame OF mind, and just as | was about
to spring the point, some beastly jay
would cough. The joke was killed for
more than half the people in the house,
and was a frost. 1t makes me so mad
L could walk down the aisle and choke
the cough out Of the heather who lets
go of it, There is nothing an actor
hates more, and in the winter you will
find many audiences in which there are
a score of persons with coughs. The
notable fact is that they don't cough
when they can do SO without disturb
ing anything. They always wait till
you spring the point, and then they all
cough like lot of Indians with the in
f1ooenzy. Watch it some night in the
theater and you will be surprised to
see that they all cough when there is
some nice situation, some fine point or
climax, and in nine cases out Of ten
the situation is lost"
eff you wonder at times why some
actors are irritable and churlish," said
Paul Dresser last night, you ought to
go the rounds of some of the hotels in
Illinois and see the kind of fare dished
up for the actors palate. We were at
Alton, ILL.,, Jan. 10. We arrived in the
morning and were all hungry. The
mattresses brought us some pieces of
warped steak and some toast that
looked like leather. Barry Maxwell
looked at the outlay with dismay. He
had been suffering from dyspepsia and
begged the waitress for two soft boiled
eggs. It wouldn't go. The head
waiter was as inexorable as the maid.
Finally l wrote the fellow an order
for two passes for the show, and he
got the eggs. Where do you suppose
he got them? No place but the safe.