The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-07-05

on Tuesday, the plunger from Pttsburg
violated all the publcs notions of plung-
ers etiquette. The field glasses were
thrown into their case with a healthy
country oath that could be heard far out
on the lawn, and their owner walked sui
kily down to the paddock, refusing to ac-
cept the condolences of the touts. who
again swarmed around him; but devoted
fifteen minutes of his valuable time to
explaining to his trainer. in rough-and-
ready language, just how it didn't hap
pen. ,l5SfsIN
Riley Grammar that other bright light Of
the new school of turf plungers, has one
thing in common with Pittsburg Phil. He
chews gum, not as desperately as Phil
but at the same time conspicuously and
audibly. With the gum chewing, which
seems to be the badge of all plungers, the
| similarity between the two ceases. Pitts
burg Phil takes the plunglng business Sc
| riously. In the betting ring he goes from
one layer of odds to another, with the So
| berness of wool merchant, or a butter
| dealer. Riley Grammar, being only re-
Gently graduated from the arduous school
attended by hotel bell boys, seems to look
upon his new profession more as a diver
sion than as a business.
Obviously he finds il far pleasanter to
hobnob in the betting ring and on the
lawn with the white haired, venerable old
chaps who flock around him, than IL used
to be to hop bells for them. or race the
merry cocktails to their rooms. There Is
a retroactive JOY in addressing these old
chaps as my boy that Riley Grammar
does not overlook any oftener than he does
a bet
My boy" he said to a particularly bald
headed one who was fawning about him
| just before Rensselaer, won his race on
| Tuesday, my boy, l like Wolhurst." and
sraightway the baldheaded went and
| played Wolhurst, while Mr.. Grammar
whispered in the ear of a bookmaker and
won large sums thereby on Rensselaer,
which horse easily defeated Wolhurst.
Grammar fits about the ring like light
hearted school boy, cracking Jokes with
the layers OF odds, and Ia his own verna-
cular, "strlnging'' his friends
The ex-beil boy, however. loses with Just
as bad grace as the man from Pittsburg.
and betrays just as much excitement when
the race Is being run. When the flag falls
ne leans as Tar from his seat as he can
without falling. humps up his shoulders
as n he had stomach-ache, and chews TO
| the beat of his favorite's strides
Grammar has a typical sporting face:
the thin lips are drawn tight, the point
ed nostrils contract. and the small, black
eyes, that look like weasers eyes. snap
when he Is under the excitement Of a
good, hard finish
@fAihf AfNEt - the gray -0tlfeu, Wedtncr=
beaten old exception, that proves the rule
He has won-and lost TOO many thousands
on the races to be worried by a trlne Ike
a fortune won after a splendid finish, or a
fortune lost by the length OF an equine
eyc-lash. Outwardly at least Mr.. DIVER
conforms In all details 20 the publc's IDEAL
OF plunger. He rs neither eiated with
victory nor depressed with failure. He Is
a philosopher In his own quiet way. and
he takes what the gods OF the turf and
the bookmakers provide without comment.
When Marry Reed, Ia his nrst race OF
the season the other day landed a good
purse for his owner and won a compare
lively large amount OF money even FOR
the hlgh standard OF measure OF the turf
Mr.. Dryer did not even take the trouble
70 smile. He was standing with his bet
ting commissioner on the clubhouse lawn.
and after the victory he merely turned
his head with the remark IL didn't think
he would stay the distance"
Neither Belmont nor Keene come under
the head OF piuugers They race for the
sport OF the thing, and when Mr.. Kcene
places a wager Of siQ0 on n horse he does
not get over his excitement all the rest OF
the afternoon. When YOU see Mr. Keene
chewing ferociously at a long. slim cigar
you may wager lot that he has sent In "A
commission on his stable.