The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-09-21
RACE TRACK TIPSTERS and THEIR WILD Societies

| Grandon we would have a nice starter"
Tn the next race horse named Our
| Nellie won at Z, to 1. The rest Of the
winners were at good prices, and while
/ was coming back down town felt SO
| jubilant that couldn't sit still in the
train. I had it figured out that my
| tipster ought to have at least $4,000.
Dams "Bum Finish"
eve had agreed to meet in a hotel
on State street at o'clock that even
| ing. I was there right at the drop
of the second, but the tipster wasn't
anywhere in sight l waited around
| for two hours, but no Mr.. Tipster came.
Then got it into my head that he had
skinned out of town.. This thought
made me so wobbly that I went into
the barroom to get a bracer. The drink
mixer was loudmouthed fellow, and
as lined up at the bar the first words
| that he shot at a man he was talking
| with made me feel like collapsing.
Dan, the tipster had a bum finish
in the poolroom across the street to-
day. said the bartender. You see,
Dan wanted to get rich all in a hurry.
While I was pretty full the other night
| told him how I had cleaned out the
handbook fellows by working a game
at Hawthorne, and he got it into his
head that he would do likewise.
But when I woke up that day and
remembered that I'd blurted out too
much, hiked over to the owner of the
handbook place, who's my friend, and
tells him the whole business, at the
same time apologizing for my clean
up. He was so tickled at getting onto
the scheme that he didn't put no blame
on me.
"'All this is leading up to show Dan
got his bum finish. 1t seems that he
gets some moneyed guy to stake him,
and then he tries my scheme. Well,
when he goes into the handbook place
to make the first bet three bookmak-
ers jump on him and beat him almost
to death, for the boss was sore and
wanted to get back at someone. con-
sequently he had told his pals about
this Dan and what had told him.
"'When Dan landed out in the middle
of the street he picked himself to-
gether and proceeded to drown his
troubles with liquor. He was here a
while ago waving three $100 bills, and
declaring that he was millionaire
you can imagine the way 1 felt
when l heard this. Here was Dan my
tipster, blowing in the $500 had given
him. And it was every cent of money
/ had. just naturally called myself
all kinds of a chump for having parted
with the $500. But there was one
thing left for me to dol might find
Dan and recover some of the coin. So
1 approached the bartender, told him
was a friend of Dams and asked
where he could be found
Found Him Playing Poker.
"'The last I heard of him. said the
bartender, he was playin' in a poker
game over on Dearborn street and los
ing like long shot in a mile and
half race
THAT was enough for me. I dug
out for the gambling joint where the
bartender had told me Dan was play
ing, and when I got there Dan was
sitting at table with two solitary blue
chips in front of him. I was so mad
could have killed that tipster. 1
started to call him down, and he gave
me stony stare. Then I began abus-
ing him. At this he called to the own
ers of the joint and asked him to have
me elected. What do you think of
that? And he sitting there ana blow
ing in the last of my $500.
Il was almost bughouse by this time
and began fighting. OF course I was
thrown down three flights of stairs,
and finally got home with my coat
ripped up the back, and the seat of my
trousers looking like a bull dog had
made a meal off them. never saw
Dan the tipster again. I got out a war;
rant for him, but he ducked town I
hope he's in some other business by
this time, for he is certainly a failure
as sure thing tipster."