The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-11-05

He Thought the Senator An Easy
Mark, But the Senator Knew


From the Washington Star.
Back in the "old days"-as the racing
people speak of matters of comparatively
recent date, measured in years-when that
pool room was in operation out on the
Seventh street road. one of its frequent
visitors was a famous rough-and-ready
multl-millionalre United States senator
from the West, who died few years ago.
The Senator owned a stable of high-grade
running thoroughbreds himself, which he
raced in the East and in the West. He
raced them exclusively at the San Fran
cisco tracks in winter, and, as his duties
as United States senator kept him in
Washington at that season, and as his
trainers often wired him information as
to the condition and winning chances of
his racers, he was almost one of the reg
ulars" out at the Seventh street pool
room. He was a heavy bettor and gen
orally a heavy winner. He always played
according to the information telegraphed
him by fis trainers, and he rarely bet on
horses other than his own. He was an
approachable, easy-going man, rather
negligent as to his dress, and it always
surprised the new patrons of the pool
room when the regulars" point
ed him out as senator of
the United States His appearance fur
nished no particular reason why he should
not be a United States senator, but his
democratic, unassuming ways naturally
were against that assumption in the eyes
of occasional or chance visitors at the pool
room.
One day the Senator got wire from hts
chief trainer in San Francisco saying that
a certain famous race mare in the stable
call her Yo Loco-was right on edge, and
would win the mile race in which she was
entered that day to a certainty. So the
Senator got into a cab and went out to the
Seventh street pool room to put some
money on mis- race mare. He nodded 90
the regulars" around the room who knew
him and then took a seat in the rear of
the room, tipped his SLOUGH hat over his
eyes and waited for the race in which 70
Loco was entered to get off
1t happened that a new tout had made
his appearance in the poolroom that day
a check-suited, squatty, freckle-faced In
dividual, who talked Boweryesque out of
one corner of his mouth in hoarse whis-
pers-the usual tout type, except that this
one knew it ALL The gang who infested
the Seventh street institution weren't par
ticularly easy people for touts. so this
newcomer got the frosty face pretty unan-
imously when he edged up to supposedly
Lives ones" and started to exude his wis
dom as to the things that were going to
happen when the racers at the various
tracks named on the big blackboard were
off" He finally edged up behind the SEN
ator, gave him a light poke in the back
with his right forefnger and said in his
hoarse whisper:
'NTsay. cap, / got a good ting, an youse
looks like de right people, so I'll put youse
mex"
The senator looked around at the chap,
sized him up in one glance, and said:
go ahead, ombrey."
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de mex race dars a moral an leadpipe.
if one O. that kind ever happened" said
the tout eloquently. cts a baby, an
vouse kin tap on it, I've got wire in me
kick now dat reached me dis mornin' from
a wise guy OATS trainin' a string out dere,
an he says dis one is de surest jam dat
was ever ct up. De on'y way de plug kin
lose. he says, is T. fall down. Says he kin
take maps between all de poles an den
win by a block. Dye want some O. dis
good ting, cap?"
The senator smiled at the chap from be-
hind the brim of his hat
whats your cinch horses name?" he
asked.
'Hickory jim" replied the tout. Hell
he at all kinds o. prices. He's 20 t ] now
in de house bettin, but wen de bettln'
from de track comes I'm he'll be 10 10 1 or
over. He's pie, an no mistake
'Do you like him TO VIM" asked the
senator. lazily.
an t. show-but hen win by furlong."
s1sn't that a pretty fair mare in the
race-wha l-do-you-calS-her-Yo Loco?''
"Cap. she's a dead one" WHISPERED the
tout earnestly. "She's what day call a
use-t-was. She cant beat army mule
desc days. nor a steam roller She won't
lie one two, tree. Play de one ] got up
me 81 eve an youse'H buy de gig lamps"
The senator smiled vaguely again, and