The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-10-30

Happened to Bet on the Wrong
Horses-HuEe Fortunes just Miss
ed-some of the Winners-The 81
Told You So" Man.
From the New York Sun.
Very different are the thronge bound
for the racetrack from the crowds re-
turning to the city a few hours later.
On the way out all hands exhibit a
sort of subdued cheerfulness.
The women are particularly disposed
to conversation among themselves.
About every one of the women has a
list, usually written out by some very
knowing racing friend, of the horses
that are positively going to win. and
the confidence of the woman in these
picks is so absolute that they only
smile in a superior way when they
hear around them discussions as to the
possible chances of other contenders.
The first train that leaves the track
siding when the races are over in
variably carries the largest cargo of
gloom, for it has as passengers the
unfortunates who have failed to cash
on the final race. Many of those who
rush for this train have gone broke
event and have left the race grounds
before the final race rather than suffer
the possible misery Of seeing their pick
win the tail end contest without their
having any financial interest in the
outcome.
A study of the faces, manners and
talk of the passengers on this first
train reveals in a pretty convincing
way that good <psers on the track are
few and far between.
Acrimonious discussions fill the air
above the tumult~pf the train, and
reckless accusations of crookedness are
heard from every mouth.
How die make ont?" is the ques-
ton that is most frequently heard in
one of these losers cars as the train
gathers Roadway. and on this train the
almost inevitable reply is "Nothin' do
I'M" or Spanked for my wad, or
Rolled for the bundle" or Didn't get
in line once" or Couldn't root one of
'em into the COIN or something of that
sort.
Explanations of how they happened
TO lose are rife among these depressed
ones, most of whom seem to talk for
the sake of getting away from a soli-
tary recapitulation of their track woes
Me FIR tn Stag dump" disgustedly
mutters a seedy-looking chap, who
looks like a waiter in a cheap restau-
L I
spread me ten-spot on Unterock. Teller
toll me two weeks ago t play that one
cross tn plank tn frs time she faced
tn snapper.
We'll 1 see Unterock's name 'nong
tn entries las night, an I digs tn
sawbuck an chases down wit me teet
all set on takin' her FIR mine 1 keep
off tn other. races, an wait rr her t.
drift along.
Then 1 see that she's 100 Z in tn
bettin' an I git foxy. Nix, FIR mine.
says I. They amt nothin' transpirin'
on that babe t'day. If they was, I'm
terock's people 'ud be playin' her.
oh. yes, I'm so cagey. 1 am; an
then tn misable little snib comes "a
prancin' home at 100 t. wit me an
me ten on tn fav'rite. An I knowed
all tn time she was a skinch-ain't she
a Hamburg filly?
81 amt no count. long shot STAN
pedes me like a bat-eared tomcat
that's bein' plugged at wit an airgun
Tn ponies has got me noive. that's
wot's tn matter wit me-
His companion doesn't look very
sympathetic over the recital having
griefs of bis own.
You amt got nothin' on me wen
1t comes Z bein' a dope an a lob" he
says, sfoomily. I win forty-fve on tn
foist race, an then l make a hike Z
git away from tn track an grab a
trolley,
Cit t. rubberin' at the prices on tn
secon' on me way troo tn bettin'
rins-an thatll be about all-yes, two
Jumps, please. an some Edam cheese
Didn't git near 'nough L a cashier af-
ter that Z hit him wit a baseball, an
it's me { shoot off tn blue signal rock
cts RI tn supper dough wen 1 land in
town.
"Oh, no." sarcasticaly calculates a
sallow man standing in the aisle
they're not running for the books out
there, are they2 Oh, no. the boys thai
are riding out there are not practising
with the heavy weights SOS they car
get away with the strong arm stunts
are they?
DIE see the boy in that last race
snatch the favorite right in front OF
the judges stand? Just took a hold on
him with his right fin and yanked him
around so he swerved within two feet
OF the wire, and at that the winner
only stuck out his tongue and won
and those judges and stewards and
other dummies just sitting there and
looking at the job like a bunch of pa
per-weight losses. Wouldn't it make
you need medicine?"
Plenty of specimens of the man who
always just misses playing the tremen-
dously long shot are always present OF
the cars of this first train in.
I got to looking up Capt. Gaseous
record, says one of them before the
prices went up. Don't know why. be.
cause had already made I'D nv rninf
TO play The Talisman.
We'll, see that this Capt Gascor
horse in his last race at St Loo wa,
only beat few noses by horses like ST
Cuthbert and that kind. And saw
that Capt. Gascon was 200 to l when
went into the shed.
We'll, went out on the lot to thinl
It over, and finally l tossed up a dim
to see which Of 'em I'd play-heads
The Talisman; tails. Capt. Gascon.
1t came down heads, and / los
forty on The Talisman. And IL tina
dime had only come down tails, L,
De driving dray loaded down wit