The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-08-29

Zip won easily and the prize, a couple
of hrst-class whips, was presented to
them by Charlie Dobey.
One man who is known to the pro-
fession under the expressive, pictur-
esque and euphonius name of Lobster
nose, was ordered off the grounds for
suggesting that opposing sides be made
up and a game Of golf played.
He must tink dat we are dudes try
in ter immytate der prince of Wal
rus. Golf" said spud Hurley con-
temptuously. Spell golf backwards
and ye'll get an idee of what was
tempted ter do ter de guy. Dere' S
links in golf, amt dere? Well Lob
ster-nose is de missing link"
There was no end of amusement over
the horse races. There was plenty to
cause excitement, too, for McNamee
and Maroney, who had horses entered
in the three minute class, were extreme
ly jealous of one another, and created
no end of discussion when they became
| ''linguaceously disputatious, to use the
words of Flipper Flynn.
In the running race, the horses were
Chicago Smoke. driven by Charles Saw
yer; Thunderbolt, driven by Brian Nj
chols; and Speed-in-H is-Hoofs, driven
by Ned Finneran. Chicago Smoke won
with Thunderbolt second. The winning
| time was 1852
| In this race, Louis Miner riding Mig
ger, took part in one heat, but Niger
was barred because Miner is not ped
Ter. Miner was thrown from the horse
during the heat, and received three cuts
on his scalp.
Here they comet Whoa, there! Look
out er dose spirited chargers will run
away" shouted the crowd from every
| side as Jack Barry came down the
track leading Railbone, Jerry Moyni-
hans horse, and Stockale Cassidy,
leading Rainbow, belonging to Ned
| Finneran. These wild, unframed
equines were to take part in the race
between the two slowest horses owned
| by Worcester pedlers.
! Hold him in, Jack!" keep your eye
peeled, Stockdale, or he'll get away
from you'll came in shouts from the
Judges stand as the animals sedately
approached. Both horses looked as if
1t hurt them to walk. They Weighed
piteously as they got a sniff of the four
that was to be the reward of the win
ner. The winner in this case was to
be the one that came in last.
If you don't VIM" said Jerry, pat
ting Railbone on ribs that stuck out like
barrel hoops, I'll have you turned into
soap grease at the boneyard!"
Railbone wagged his tail feebly
knocking off the hat of Jack Barry,
which was hanging on a rear bone that
protruded like the stub of a tree.
They're off. Evasit! Erupit!''
yelled Cornfed Wilson, who received a
classical education when he was a
young man.
Go it, we cripple, while We canY
shouted Jerry Moynihan, quoting a
memorable line in Holmes account of
the deacon's one-horse shay.
n0llpaT1 ~
~ snooze by the time those nags make
the finish,' said Charley Dobey. 81
think I'll go up town and feed my dog.
I'll be back in time to see Railbone
come in"
1t was funnier than watching a me-
nagerie of monkeys to see Railbone and
Rainbow meandering UP the pike to-
gether. Every time they spotted tuft
of fresh grass by the wayside they
paused and made for it, and had to be
urged along with whips 1t would be
disastrous to ride the nags bareback,
! so Jack Barry and StockaIe Cassidy
walked behind leisurely, though the
nags were putting all the vim they
could into their snail-pace trot. Rail-
bone was declared the winner. The
} official time was given at $40
In calling out to the horsemen the
: warning that false start had been
made, the judge used a big sea shell.
1t made a sound so much like the muir
muir of the ocean that q. sad old sea dog
from one of Uncle Sans ships who
happened to come down with Jim Ma
, roney, unconsciously climbed a tele-
graph pole and started in to reef an
imaginary topsail.
! In the 3-minute class Jersey Light
ming, driven by Thomas McNamee,s won
the first heat in 3.12 Swiftwind, driven
: by Jim Maroney, won the second in 3.10
and Maroney also took the third heat
in minutes fan thereby winning the
race. After the Second heat, McNa-
NEE refused to race and was declared a
gutter. Considerable money was
placed on this race, and Maroney him
self put up $25 with All-Fresh Trainor,
who is related to McNamee.
In the third heat a competing horse.
driven by one of the Benoit brothers,
ran away, but was stopped after a short
and furious dash
The judge at the races was w. p.
Thayer and the timers, George CauI-
field and H. E. Dodge. They were COM
petent men and gave eminent satisfac-
ton.
Next year the pedlers say they will
have an outing that will even surpass
this one.