The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-04-02
IT'S ODD ABOUT LUNCHES.
A Losr OPPORTUNITY TO WIN A
FORTUNE ON LOBENGULA.

THE old-time trniner who told In last Sun
days Sun Of his failure to stay with the hunch
he had on Jodan the day when Jodan came In
first on three legs at ST. Asaph with 100 to 1
against his chances may not need anybodys
sympathy now. but l could have shared his
misery had he remained around st. AsaDh a
few days after that thing happened" said q
horseman. Il crawfshed on a big bunch OF
my own at that meeting only q few days after
the Jodan affair. and I'm sore over IL yet. al
though I'm not n particularly hard loser. I
had n chance To put the whole ring down at st.
hsaph out Of business. and I turned IL to the
wall at tho last minute.
Remember Lobengula2 He was counted
n dead one by the layers at st. Asaph. in spite
OF his good work for a couple OF seasons pre-
vious on the tracks around New York. He had
been campaigned n good deal before he was
taken to 81. Asaph. and had gone pretty stale.
| had always liked the plug. He was earnest.
n hard worker. and 80 honest that he'd try all
day. ] knew that his almost daily running on
the metropolitan tracks had used him up a
lot. but / also know that he was a quick recov-
erer, and that all he needed to put him in the
game right again was 4 couple OF weeks rest.
lie got the rest. too. His handler. q friend OF
mine. didn't enter him at all until along to-
ward the close Of the st. Asaph meeting. Then
he put him in one at a mile. A lot Of good
platcrs-top-n notch p~laters. in fact.-were to 20
tn" route with him. l determined to play To-
hengula. His trainer told me the horse not only
had a chance. but would walk in.
"On the night before the race q queer thing
happened. was walking along Pennsylvania
avenue with n Washington mamie didn't
know q racehorse from a ton OF coal. and had
never seen a horserace, in fact-when he sud-
denly gave me n dig in the ribs with his elbow
--l .-t, Nk a --.- 4. ~..- H.
ton. a 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 being I had ever seen. His big. fat
face was incredibly black. Put alongside a
piece Of ordinary stovepipe that darky's face
would have made the stovepipe look q dun
gray In color. The black man was all dressed up.
THAT man must be the limit when it comes
to hlackness. said I to my Washington friend.
He is was the reply. Don't see 'em so
black in this country nowadays. He's the real
thing-not an Afro American. but a straight
African. He's only been out OF Africa for a
couple OF years. and he's getting an education
at a colored university here. They say he's
SOM kin to King Lobengula.'
We'll. there was something to contribute to
my bunch! determined harder than ever to
sock it to the ring on Lobengulo the next day.
/ went out in the morning to look Lobengula
over in his stall. He was Just being saddled
for q breeze around the track. ! watched his
in, from, a three.auarter. eallop .pufing like a
mixed ale pugilist. and his wind looked pretty
"Don't pay any attention to that. said his
an old gag OF, Lobengpia's. TO spout like a
Is as sound as a boar-hide bellows. Put a few
dollars on him or you'll be throwing rocks at
didn't say ANYTHING. but went Oft into n
corner and thought. Now thought Is no part
Of a hunsh A bunch Is a thing that's way
the line Of thinks ! put through my head after
SF "said / to o. myself ~ : GifY'tI guess I ought to know
as much b, aSTHt q Ira aSsn RS as thif PHI 81 mine
any autopsy to see that the poor old skate's
snd R hss. n q 9 III ri 5Sst pass this lunch up
That's how. / funked. Lobeneula was the
rank outsider in the race at 100 to /. I patted
m ri. fle on s"e fsSs Y %i Ill i's ssid { so m myseli. ' :he
knows what's what and when's when
ina the complete cold eiGt sh6" ID to a % ione eHs TlS-
large silver dollar on L%obeHeuIa % Win and got
the race; not t%ancyline any q the short-priced
and ,Patr!cian were both in at equal odds.
noth hiGSe1 te Ia fTH s S %as r neT.r Se s q sh sns w was
lcct my Sl00-a. hundred, when, i I'd had the
pulled down, s20.6o0"iiie Books made me still
hotter hy asking me with a grin why hadn't
"'There's an ordinary, everyday black
MAJ man I'M. Lined up up Ter his dust a e. .s the way
he, said. pointing to, a line. Of place and third
collectors forming back OF a payer of on the
~ plsnced Over thsre Tho front m.r II Oh.
atiye. Who had, been pointed out to me TIE
He had stayed with a lunch probablV 1'e de sSef:
oped out OF the cr9ssest ignorance Of race
t nHssi' could SP1 have f%s S' Seave cd n soms sdhri9aea at me % so
When Lobengula's trainer walked up to, me
TiaId q h lssr ia as k ! stS sas siG nr A pa In thG bF pad hssa
That certainly vas hard money to lose.
ni see thGy led t2 end poor old Redskins
MAJ, man hin, in The iEo,I party ,.t i III poor Old pig got,
to bo DESTROYED; don't know why should
mention the old skates name In a regretful
m t9ss ma ahS1 time to da hG :nhbff #. n f5s . Pss i s.a a, over
never got on him right. never won a dollar on
S bin t 1I1hsus n ,s sH}aPp q o | e'a nisd. lin In twenty twenty:
! Pa!y a t fS %snt out Sa R 70 Rsd sffHi ao Val + 70 Ss ssv or,
and.S-ousrter race that day With t a lot Of c msis,
InIa'ers c2pcludcd he was as good as any Of
Ine rest, ana 1 put ~ DOWN on MN at ~ to j,
He couldn't head a bull up "a lane. and finished
IN the ruck. The next day. in a driving rain
storm. he went out and beat a good field BY
five lengths, with 30 to ] about him. That was
the last OF a long series OF tricks Redskin
played on me fancied him when he, was a
o Pontiac colt, and the rake-down got on
Pontiac on two or three occasions set me up in
business with a string OF my own. l started to
playing Redskin from the beginning Of his two
year-old career. but he never treated me right
even once. In spite OF that, | kept right on
playing him once IN awhile hoping that he'd
on him. In the month of June; 1866. struck
Chicago with the idea Of looking over the
FORSYTH track to see II there wqs ANYTHING in
around the stalls 10 look over his string. One
Of EN-. was old Eedskln-then a six-voar-old.
] had lost track OF the horse that season. I
recognized him at once.
so you've got this blooming old Redskin
loafrr. have youY I said to him. What are YOU
yards and have him canned?'
Not on your life.' he said, I'm going to
break a worlds record or two with him. He's
on edge, and his work would knock, your, eye
you how re does j mile. It's not everybody
I'm putting on this band wagon. hut when he
goes 10 the p~OSt-Whichnlb he in n onunle of IaNa