The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1896-04-20


An incident at the Golden Gate races
at San Francisco last season which at
tracted much attention at the time, has
been put into verse by Beverly W. Tur-
ner of the Frederick Warde company.
The verses have never been published,
but were recited by Mr.. Turner at a So
+ cial session in this city. and will be read
with interest in Montana, where several
of the Jockeys are known:
A little jockey on the straw was lying;
Poor Robbie Kinnie, bleeding, crushed
and dying.
Who, in the last race he would ever run.
Went down beneath the horse that sure
ly should have won.
They started from the wire. he behind;
But when they reached the quarter
Never mind
He shouted. Boys, I'm with you" At
the half
He forged length ahead, and gave them
all the laugh.
Down the home-stretch they pressed him
all in line;
Two legnths ahead" he cried. land
mother mine,
A twenty gold piece for you at this
pace"
Then came the accident that lost for him
the race.
That lost the race for him, and lost his
life.
And his last words came cutting like a
To all the boys. who loved him as
brother:
when 1 am dead, boys. go and tell my
poor, dear mother"
You'll go and tell her; can't you stop
your cryin'?
Tell mother when I'm dead; boys, it's
II wish that she was here to hold my
head;
Tell mother how I-ah. boys, goodbye"
Poor Bob was dead.
That night they met those little jockeys
all,
With stable lamps in Royal FIushs stall,
Led there by Jockey Seaman. and he
said
Boys. we has all come here cause Bob
bic Kinnie's dead
Then they debated. just as such lads can:
And with a full consent made up their
Put out their lights and each went on his
way
To sleep, and dream about the hurdle
race next day.
Next day. the gala day at Golden Gate:
The grand stand crowded, ever eye elate,
Fair skies, fair women and a fair. hard
track t
Hot betting. eager all their favorites to
back.
At last the hurdle race; Lark rode by
Flynn:
Three Forks by Clancy! Then came
Relampago, Jockey Seaman on his backi
Bantered and guyed by all as he rode up
the track.
For Relampago on the betting books
Stood 20 to ! and showed it in his looks.
Three Forks and Lark. hot favorites. nip
and tuck,
Which of the two would win was sheer
est luck
Flag falls! They're of! Each neck is
strained to view,
And eager eyes the fieeting steeds pur-
sue:
Under the wire. Three Forks\,n the lead.
Then Lark. then Page" urged to utmost
speed.
What's that? It's Clancy thrown upon
the track
At the fourth hurdle; Flynn falls on his
back
Just as he clears the NTH, Aud spite of
banter
"oid Page" leaps them all and comes
home in a canter.
A jeerl a shout, The grand stand empties
fast:
Away the railbirds rush. this race the
last.
And many a laugh above the wordy din,
To think that Relampago 'gainst such
odds should win.
The Judges did not laugh; bewildered
they.
And more so when they saw the con-
tented way
The limping losers led their horse. in:
There's been a job here. sure" swore
Colonel Jack chinn.
Coral that youngest kid and make him
tell"
They brought up Seaman. nowise looking
well.
who paid you boys for this? now. come.
don't lie,'
Trembling. the boy replied: Nobody.
hopes ter die
It's a plain pull. as plain as b c."
Exclaimed Judge Rowe. You can't. my
boy. fool me
Wen rule you OF for life. that's sworn
10 nat
Each one OF you. you hear?'' No jedge.
yer won't do that