The Savannah morning news., 1902-10-19
LOST $4,000 ON ROULETTE.
Phil Dwyer Makes u Sensational
Wind-up at Saratoga.

From the New York World.
TITS nobody's business but my own
what 1 won or lost at Saratoga can
play the wheel, bet $50 on a horse race
or take a drink of whiskey If 1 please,
ana nobody has a right to say a word
to me. 1 can do as I please with my
own money"
This was the answer of Phil Dwyer.
veteran horseman and man about town,
to the question he was asked yester-
day about the reported big losing at
Saratoga on the last day of the meet
ing. when Dick Garfield took his
check for $4,000 in full payment for
one nights losses.
will you deny that you lost $50, 000?"
was asked.
mo, l won't. What / do with my
own money is nobody's business"
This was all that the veteran would
say when a World reporter saw him
in the afternoon at Sheepshead Bay
race track.
Mr.. Dwyer, according to his friends.
paid the losing without a murmur and
had drink with the proprietor before
he went to bed.
This is the story as his friends tell it:
Mr.. Dwyer found it quite dull at Sara
toga in the evenings after the races,
because he cared nothing for the ordi-
nary diversions. So night after night
found him at the club house, ready to
play a little with the roulette wheel.
He played along with modest stacks
for him-night after night, for an
hour or so. winning a couple of thou
sand now and then. and dropping a
few hundreds occasionally. The end of
the season found him $4,000 to the
good.
On the last night he had a couple of
hours of spare time on his hands He
was to take the train for New York
which left late at night. So he strolled
into Canfelds and began playing a
fairly stiff game.
you see" he explained to the pro-
prietor, I'm ahead OF you for the
season."
go ahead and win some more" said
Garfield, laughing.
Instead of winning. Mr.. Dwyer lost
steadily. Finally, he got to playing
500 a clip, and before he knew it, so
bad was his run of luck. he had drop
ped his $4,000 winnings and was fast
| digging down for more. Suddenly he
looked at his watch. He could barely
catch his train.
How much do 1 owe your" he asked.
Just 100000" said the croupier.
| Mr.. Dwyer called for a pen and drew
his check. Then he waved his hand at
Garfield, and hurried off But the time
he took for drawing the check cost him
! the train. 1t steamed out of the sta
ton as he got there. There wasn't an
other till morning.
Back to the clubhouse" said he to
the cabman.
He hadn't been gone fifteen minutes.
Garfield smiled when Mr.. Dwyer walk
ed in again, and the croupier had a
seat for him in a jiffy. Pretty soon
the limit was off. The stacks were
$1,000 now, and Mr.. Dwyer was playing
them. All other play ceased.
But the bad luck of the early evening
still lowered over his chair No matter
| what he played he lost. Thousands
| followed thousands into the bank.
Last ROLL" called the croupier.
Mr.. Dryers bet lost.
How much now?' asked the turf
| man, quietly.
You owe 100000, SIR" said the crou-
pier.
Again Mr.. Dwyer wrote his check,
this time for 100000, and went back to
the hotel, loser for $4,000. Next
morning he took the train for New
York. 1t was the biggest loss of the
season.
Phil Dwyer can we'll afford to lose.
He is worth s2,OOoOOO, and is without
a family.