The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-04-18
ANACONDA NEWS.
DOESN'T LIKE ANACONDA
L John T. Bailey Tells Hard Luck
M Racing Story.
5CHANCE TOMAKE MILLIONS
He Did Not Take the Tip on Lobsngula
s. and 1t Was 100 to
III Chance Races
RI Are Bad

John T. Bailey, who is we'll known
among horsemen in Anaconda and
Butte and who has the reputation of
having been the victim of more hard
,gluck stories than any other man now
sson the turf, is again treating his friends
ITO some more stories, in which he was
unlucky enough not to play the WIN
ner.
Last week, while at lunch with some
of his friends in Chicago restaurant,
he told them the following story:
tg You talk about my Anaconda and
Butte hard luck stories, but they don't
sscome in with the experience I had at
8St. Asaph during the last meeting. 1
had a chance to put the whole ring
down at st. Asaph out of business, and
l turned it to the wall at the last min
ute.
M Remember Lobengula? He was
fscounted dead one by the layers at st.
AsaSh, in spite Of his good work for a
couple of seasons previous on the
tracks around New York. He had been
campaigned good deal before he was
taken to st. Asaph and had gone pretty
L
was earnest, a hard worker, and SO
honest that he'd try all day. I knew
that his almost daily running on the
metropolitan tracks had used him up
a lot, but I also knew that he was a
quick recoverer, and that all he needed
to put him in the game right again was
a couple of weeks rest. He got the
rest too. His handler, a friend of mine,
didn't enter him at all until along to-
ward the close of the st. Asaph meet
ing. Then he put him in one at a mile.
A lot of good platers-top notch platers,
in fact-were to go the route with him.
/ determined to play Lobengula. His
trainer told me the horse not only had
a chance, but would walk in.
ION the night before the race queer
thing happened. I was walking along
Pennsylvania avenue with a Washing
ton mamie didn't know a race horse
from ton of coal, and had never seen
a horse race, in fact-when he suddenly
gave me a dig in the ribs with his ell
bow and pointed out to me. coming in
our direction, short, chunky, black
man. When the black man drew near
us in the strong electric light it struck
me that he was the blacklist human be-
ing I had ever seen. His big. fiat face
was incredibly black. Put alongside a
piece of ordinary stovepipe that darkys
face would have made the stovepipe
look a dun gray in, COLOR The black
man was all dressed up.
""That man must be the limit when
it comes to blackneSs,' said | to my
Washington friend.
He u.s. was the reply. Don't see
'em so black in this country nowadays
He's the real thing-not an Afro Ameri-
can, but a straight African. He's only
been out of Africa for couple of years
and he's getting an education at a col
ored university here. They say he's
Sonon kin of King
We'll, there was something to con-
tribute to my bunch. I determined
harder than ever to sock it to the ring
on Lobengula the next day. I went out
in the morning to look Lobengula over
lin his stall He was just being sadded
for breeze around the track. I watch
ed his work and it disappointed me
badly He came in from a three-quar-
ter gallop putting like a mixed ale pu-
gilist, and his wind looked pretty bad
to me.
".Don't pay any attention to that,
said his handler to me. He'll win, any
how. That's an old gag of Lobengula's,
to spout like a quarterhorse after run
ming block. His wind is as sound as
board-hide's bellows. Put a few dol
lars on him, or you'll be throwing rocks
at yourself when he buck-jumps in all
alone
II didn't say anything, but went off
into a corner and thought. Now,
thought is no part Of bunch. A bunch
is a thing that's way above and be-
You'd mere thought. But 7 chiseled
myself out of my bunch on Lobengula
by the line of thinks I put through my
head after seeing him at his work.
'Said to myself: L guess I ought to
know as much about a race horse as
this pal of mine who's handling .Loben-
gula, and I don't need any autopsy to
see that the poor old skates pipes are
in bad shape. He's been overdone, and
he's not fit. I'll just pass this bunch up
and keep off dead one
That's how I flunked. Lobengula
was the rank outsider in the race at
100 to 1. I patted myself on the back
in all languages when I saw this fig
ure. Foxy Willy, said I to myself
he knows what's what and whens
when
.Just for the purpose. however. OF
not giving the complete cold shoulder
to long-standing bunch. whether
busted or not, ] put one large silver
dollar on Lobeneula to win, and got
the merry eye from the bookie who
took the bet. With the exception OF
that dollar, / staid off the race, not
fancying any of the short-priced ones
If remember rightly. Song and Dance
and Patrican We're both in at equal
odds.
''Lobengula got off running, and there
was nothing to it. He was never head
ed and won galloping. l was too much
disguised with myself fer utterance
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