Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-06-24
GOT WHAT THEY DESERVED


whether it is true or not that Tod Sloan
smashed that English waiter in the face
with a champagne bottle" remarked an
old-time horseman who is preparing lot
Of thoroughbreds for the fall campaign out
at the Ivy City track, at Is distinctly true
that successful Jockeys are more afflicted
with elephantiasis of the skull, otherwise
the big head, than any other class of mid
gets you're liable to meet up with. The
queer thing about this story from Eng
land is that the waiter didn't waltz in and
eat the little chap up alive. On two occa-
sions that 1 recall I've seen American
walters take prominent American Jockeys
down when the latter have become insult
ferable in their conduct. About eight years
ago an eastern jockey, whose fame was
spread broadcast throughout the racing
world. was taking dinner with party OF
House. outside Of San Francisco. The
jockey had been riding during the winter
racing in and around San Francisco ana
on this day he had won the swell event
of the year on rather no-account morse,
Consequently, his hat was whole lot TOO
small for him. He was an insulting little
chap at best, but on this occasion he SIM
ply let his tongue run away with ms
brains His humor took the turn OF JOSH
ing an old-time waiter at the CHI House.
who had been in California since the days
of the Argonauts. The old man had long
side-whiskers, and the jockey regaroeo
them as funny. He made sundry and divers
remarks to the waiter about the oppor-
tunity he was giving to the wind by
wearing whiskers of that particular
length, and the old man took the
talk good-naturedly without paying mucn
attention to the touch of nastiness IN
the midget's remarks. Finally. now,
ever, when the wine had gone around
pretty freely. the jockey reached up Pc
hind his chair. as the old waiter was IN the
act of performing some little service LOT
the men at the table, and, twisting ms
hand in the hair one side OF the olu
servitor's face, he deliberately pulled out a
fairly large handful of the latter "hish
erS.
."rhe old man leaped back with pain ana
Indignation the jockey laughing at hlm
idioticaily. Then the waiter coolly n ~ as
the Jockey out of his chair by the serum OF
the neck sat down. and calmly depositeu
the midget across his knees, face downward.
Son said the waiter, there some
thing that you've stood IN neeu ol la
long time past, judging from your ACTIONS
here during the past few months, ana that
something you're about to get, ana get
good and he brought the palm of an ample
hand down with smack that SOUNDED very
pleasant indeed unto the ears OF all the resi-
of the people in the room except the
Jockeys friends), who had seen the beard
pulling incident. Then he brought both
hands into play, and the ratapian toid ol
splendid execution. The jockey kicked ana
struggled but he couldn't break loose, and
he had to take his medicine. Then MS
friends at the table jumped to his rescue,
and, quickly letting the jockey slide on TO
the floor, the old waiter, thoroughly
aroused, jumped up and knocked them
down one after the other. He just polished
them all off in detail, and when he had got
through with them he stood his ground
Then the manager appeared on the scene
and when he was told by a number of other
guests, prominent men, what had happened,
he assisted in kicking the party out of the
house. The jockey tried to use his in
fuence to get horsemen to boycott the Cliff
house on account of the occurrence, but
they knew what little whippersnapper he
was, and how richly he had probably de-
served his spanking.
Another tina a jockey who leaped into
prominence with meteoric speed by reason
of his winning two of the great events of
the eastern turf in quick succession, got
the worst of it at the hands of a Coney
Island waiter / saw the incident myself.
The jockey had had such a mighty Access
sion of the I am it spirit that he considered
he could perform all sorts of mean little
tricks at the expense of all hands, and do
the same with impunity. On this day he
had won three straight races, and his i'm
periousness was something monumental. He
took dinner with three bookmakers on one
of the big Coney Island piers. The man
who waited on the party bulet-head,
but quiet attentive man at that. He was
removing some plates after the second
course when the jockey picked up a siphon
of settler and deliberately squirted half
the bottle full in the walters face. The
waite" wiped his face and his shirt-front off
with his table-towel, and then he walked up
TO the Jockeys chair, put his hands on the
rim of it, and said:
Have you had yer dip in de sea yit
tday, Freddy?
No said the jockey, with an express
sion of surprise on his face, as il he won
dered what was coming.
81 fought not said the bullet-headed
waiter. Oats de reason I'm goint' let you
have it now
Then the waiter suddenly picked the
| famous jockey up, and, before any of the
men at the table could interfere he carried
him over to the railing of the pier, and
dropped the midget horse rider into the
water, about fifteen feet below.
81 jist want t see if de little snoozer
| wit de swelled nut kin swim as well as he
| kin ride a horse said the waiter, quietly
| watching the jockey come to the surface
and strike out. The jockey could swim, and
| he made the beach without any trouble, but
| he didn't return to the pier.
After all, old Father Bill Daily has the
| right end of 1t when 1t comes to dealing
| with jockeys who develop the big head as
soon as they begin to win a few races He
! lets them have the business end of a riding
| whip across the legs for impudence, and
| by such methods he gets along with his
! jockeys better than any horseman the
| American turf"