The San Francisco call., 1898-01-22
FLYING EMBERS
 FROM THE TRACK.

The racing game is replete with hard luck years, tapering down from the man who lost the ferry-boat by minute with a 100 to l shot that won in a romp, pinned in his hat, to the swipe losing thousand dollar "combo' by a whisker. The latest one IS on Tom COstigan, the partner of Frank Phillips. The firm is the owner Of the chestnut gelding Judge Stouffer which won the second race at Oakland yesterday, with the ring laying p and 30 to l against him. It appears that Tom thought the horse had a royal chance, but was confined at his home on this side on account of sickness. Just as An nouncer Bob McGibben shouted the re- suit Bookmaker Abe Levy was handed telegram which read about like this; Bet sl00 for me on Stouffer. Costigan. Trainer Jimmy Mccormick is evidently not unlike many other horsemen, If an opinion of his aired in the columns Of an evening paper is any line on his thinking apparatus. He is quoted as saying that he saw nothing wrong about the ride of Morse on I Don't Know, and that many who sit fin the stand and lose a bet are inclined to be too critical. No doubt this latter remark was served up with tartar sauce for the benefit of the press. In nine cases out of ten when an owner reads an article in a newspaper reflecting on the ride of some particular rider he will lay the paper down with the remark: That guy must have lost a bet on the race. The writer was one of many that thought Morse's ride about as pretty a piece of athletic work as has been seen around in this section for some years, not except ing the exhibition of Fred Carillo aStride Al Farrow in days gone by.
 It was different from the rest, from the fact that his handiwork was so coarse The case was reopened and the inside 1 acts of the whole job laid bare. They were known to the writer on the day of the race. The manipulator of the job, one Sec Nichols, was warned off the course, and the suspension of Morse is likely to stand for all time. So it would appear that trainers do not always get hold of the right end. and there is a bare possibility that all newspaper people do not travel about in bltnkers and bet on every race that is criticized.
 Charley Fink. the owner of Newsgath- erer, the equine cOnundrum, and the handy lilly Bonita, was once a rider, though his present condition physically would not indicate as much. Charley. so some of the old time riders say, would probably have been nOsed out had it ever been his good fortune to have hooked up with Snapper Garrison or even some lesser light. but some very good yarns found himself in a big bunch of horses, and it suddenly occurred to him that the other riders were squeezing him bit Then it was that he showed himself to be a Bismarck in the way of diplomacy. Addressing the collection of riding mate rial in general he shouted: Don't put l
 The two-year-olds thus far shown up appear to be a most mediocre lot, though it is yet early in the season, and there are said to be some very speedy babies" under cover Louis Ezell, with his usual foresight, sprang well-seaSoned and thoroughly drilled chestnut lilly in Buena Ventura. and as a natural consequence, has annexed both purses hung up. She has plenty of speed. but it remains to be Blackburn belongs to the stake division. The track scOrchers" from the Burns & Warehouse stable have not as yet been cut loose. That firm is accused of. being the possessor of some very useful racing timber.
 The judges finally set their foot down firmly, and informed the jockeys that rough riding would no longer be tolerated This should have been done some weeks ago. Not for years has so much of this sort of work been witnessed. "Skeets Martin came out here with Eastern TePTtati9n earn earned of of being auTrah Wednesday, when he undertook to win a stake with Mainstay. If football is ever played by mounted riders, Skeets will become famous as a tackle" Unfor- tunately, tired of being buffeted about. Charley Thorpe decided to take a hand n the game. This brought about the crisis. The latter rider has put up with great deal without ever making com plaint to the officials in the stand. and though patience is said to be a virtue, no surprise was expressed that Charley s supply was about exhausted.
 Peace reigns supreme again on the Black Jack shooting reserve, so it is said. and the ducks again retire at night without having to fasten down their win dows. Henry Shields, Mike Hennessy and Yellow" Dorsey. Jim Ferguson s assistant. are back in town. They went up the river IS the guests of the Black Jack Gun Club, and each distinguished himself in his own particular line. ac- cOrding to q member of the club. Shields is described as being such an adept al the art of shooting that he disdained the use of shotgun preferring a small caliber rife in his crusades on the canyasbacks and mallards. Mike. the informant says, is natural born tule splitter and his device for walking on the water made a great hit. He is the present holder of the record, having bagged thirty-seven ducks on one excursion. Dorsey, so it seems. has a way of turning his face up- side down and with a cooing sort of a whistle attracted the feathery tribes and plugged them at leisure. As soon as the Government relief expedition reaches the reserve with a new food supply the trio intend starting out on another tour.
 The Chicogoans now wintering here are very fubilant over the very rosy pros poets of an extended season of racing in the Windy City the coming season. Both houses of the Legislature have reported favoraoiI on the racing olll, Whlch per mits of forty-fve days of sport at each track
 It seems natural to see Dan McCarty of white hat fame, at the track once more. Dan tired of country life, and is giving the city whirl for a time. He had not been in town many hours before he attended the auction sale. One de crepit-looking thoroughbred by the name of Woodburner or something of that sort was brought out, wearing quite q good looking leather halter. "There'sa a halter There was no daher bid, and, though the halter was a trifie expensive he congratulates himself on the fact that fe got 1t with horse thrown in. At last = counts Dan was trying to swap the horse for a single-barreled shotgun.
 F. G. MULHOLLAND.