The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1897-08-20
A RECENT OUTBREAK.
[Clark's Horse Review

Clark's Horse Review.l
First SUipe-
Wot d'I tell you? What I'd tell you?
Wot? Dere's de finish o you m your
Dough!
You lines up wild de smart guys, you
does, m
GIFTS it in de neck.
Did MT tell you dey wuz no time m no
Place on de map wen m Were John
Could beat Star Pointer? Did MT l
say it?
Did MT want to bet dat way?
Second Swipe-
But who seen you bettin' any? Were
wuz de
Dough, an whose hams did you put
it in?
Tell me; tell me. All de coin you
Lost would MT buy de mustard to put
Ona
Ham sanwidge.
Well, how much d. you bet? l do MT
hear
Wot you lost iinglin' in no mans
pocket.
All de bets you made only helped to
turn
Windmills.
Second
You mus MT a been so dead sure that
Star Pointer
Horse was a cinch. You went round
here with
Chips all over your shoulders jist
begin
Somebody to knock 'em off, but l
guess it's
About tree to wan you d ducked 4
anybody d a
Pulled some long green. De race wuz
MT SIGH
Much, anyhow. Wait tillde mex time
Yes; you STAN m hold your bret till de
mex time.
Dey won't be no mex time. If dere's
mex
Time, I'll bet ten to wan Star Pointer
Kin start ag'in' John r. Gentry N
Robert j.,
Both, heat about, m beat 'em to a
Standstill. OATS wot; m my moneys
ready.
Lis'en' to dat con talk. Lis'en' to a
daffy man chin.
1t amt no sure thing John r. Gentry
can't flag
Star Pointer m give him hundred
yards de
Start, to boot. Some day you'll git
soaked to
Fare-you well; dat is if ever you git
confidence
Enough in wot you t'ink you t'ink
To bet on 1T.
First
Well, dat day you'll be on de road to de
Pore house or de BOBBY hatch.
Right ahead O. me you'll be hittin' d.
pike
Good an plenty. Dey'll have to sci
on you
With gang o. sawbones m see wo
ails you.
MY guess is it's de Star Pointer fever
Pits
Liable to be your death.
Tain't half as bad as John r. Gentry
palsy or
; Robert j. chills. You keep on a
Folerin' dat black and gold outfi
Keep
Right on, m when you git black in
De face huntin' sumpin' to 'eat m gi
Separated from money so long you
y don't know
} Gold from copper, you IL wish 'tyou'
Bet your dough on my tip.
, , Well, you wait till you hit Chicago
! July "a.
! You put your money on that big ba
S Jim Murphy's, m you'll never eve
t hear of it
Again.
Wen Joe Patchen finishes up wit
- him, all you I'll
= Need IL be piece o. Grape m pin
l box to make
1 Funeral.
. Is dat so? W'ere'd you git so wise
Whose
e Telegraphin' tips to you?
wy say, man, dey amt been enoug
joe Patchens
Foaled to beat Star Pointer
Not ifdey was all turned loose ag'i
him
On one track.
= Second
| Who told you? Wotinformation burea
O you
Been tappin'? You do MT know br
y wot
g Joe Patchen kin pace in two minute
e If he kin
Do it once he kin do it agin
It De same day.
h Take dis for tip m gum it in yol
n dice box:
y No horse race is finished till it's dol
and de
Judges says who gifts first money.
r First
Wot's dat got to do wild it?
10 l bin sayin' all along wen st
! Pointer starts
i Ag'in' anything but a locomoti
engine
ct it's gold money ag'in' rotten stray
ar berries
He wins in walk.
l. Look at dat second heat at Hartfor
il Look at it.
, -, Kansas carried him to de half in 10.
10 It's
re Wonder Kansas ever got home.
Star Pointer logged in in 2:04A-
IN Say! Say!! Say!!!