The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1900-12-22
Hanover. Perhaps you'll just recall

a line or two about Hanover
'The pool rooms held Hanover, at
to Is, to win the Omnibus stakes.
1t didn't seem as if there was any
thing to beat that race. Mike Dwyer,
the plunger, put down $4,000 to win
So 900 on Hanover, at the Monmouth
Park track. Well, this young fell
lows combination looked like the real
when the western horse |
won his race in a walk. He'd got |
even money-$3.000 to $3,000-On the
combination, and the proprietor of |
the pool room offered to buy the tick
ct for $4,000 two minutes before the
horses went to the post at Monmouth
Park.
mot for s5999.99,' replied the
young fellow. You can buy two
whole unsmoked cigarettes for a cent,
and l might as well have the penny
as YOU
Son., an old-timer in the room
said to the youth. you're bit shy on
level-headedness in this matter. Take
my advice and accept the $4,000 for
that piece of pasteboard. You can
have heap of fun with yourself on
$4,000. And $4,000 in hand is a heap
better than framing that ticket to
look at in your hall bed room, as it's
just possible you may have to do-for
horses have been stood on their heads
at shorter prices even than / to Is
since the beginning of the merry-go-
round game.
II know all that replied the young
fellow pig-headedly, and yet gamely,
too, for the matter of that, but l just
want to have the satisfaction of
throwing one like this on the counter
and getting all of it, without any lay
ing off or monkey business. Hanover
ought to be at l to 1000 anyhow
Then the instrument began to
click, and Laggard pranced out and
beat the hide and hoofs off of the
mighty, the well-nigh invincible Han
over. Hanover just didn't feel like
running that day. and he didn't. It
was worse than a defeat; it was a
disgrace; but that didn't help the
stubborn young fellow any. He had
the gloomy job of getting that combin-
alton ticket framed, and I'll bet it
holds the record as the meanest I'M
cashed horse race ticket that was
ever scrubbed with blunt pencil.
There was a truck driver out in
st. Louis six years ago who had the
horse fever pretty bad, and who
dropped his change around the pool
rooms about as fast as he earned it.
One day he turned up at the fair
grounds with about So in his pocket
and the winners all picked to a moral
certainty. He had 'em all written
down on a piece of yellow wrapping
paper, and went to eight different
bOOkmakers and got them each to
lay him $500 to 81 against his bunch
of selections. The horses on the list
were nearly all Holsters, and the
bookies considered that they might
just as well annex the 81 bills for the
ride back to town.
THE truck driver walked around
with his little bundle of eight combin-
alton tickets calling for $6,4OO to SO
with an t's-all-oyer-but-the-ca
grin on his homely phiz, and he was
the butt of the gang in the ring. Then
the races began, and blamed if five
win right out of the pump. Scratches
had reduced the last race to field of
two by the time booking was due to
begin on that race, and one of the
hOrses-the one the truck driver had
picked for his combination-so far
outclassed the other that most of the
bookies held him out altogether in the
betting, while some of them chalked
up l to IL. BY this time the eight
bookies who laid $500 to 81 against
the truck drivers combination were
perspiring a heap at the forehead,
and each of them senta representative
to the truckman to find out if the fell
low would accept $500 cash for his
ticket.
well, jes' to oblige YOU replied
the truckman to each of the book
makers representatives, and he stuff
| nd "a O00 into his clOtheS and wont
into the grand stand to enjoy the
race. The l to ~ favOrite was a
cranky horse, and as soon as he got
out on the track, with the other horse
following docilely after him, he gave
a jump, and off he went, running
away like an ice yacht. The boy on
him tried to choke the brute to death,
but the horse had the bit in his teeth,