Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-03-30

from the track. He no sooner makes a car
and gets settled in seat than he begins to
figure with a pencil on the back Of his
grimy program.
"Well, what dye think O. THAR he ex-
claims. mournfully, after about five min
utes Of figuring. III I'd just showed that
twenty along as parley on the nun SIX
that picked I'd have won out exactly two
million nine hundred and fourteen thousand
six hundred and twenty-four doliars.
Then everybody on the car groans heart
rendingly in derision or mock sympathy,
and two or three yell at the parleying- with
a-pencil man. stop that pikin TALK CT
"Qut chewin' tn rag about chicken feed!
or Cut out conversin' about such junk.
The chap who, previous to the races, had
tipped Off" a number Of his companions on
a good thing that went wrong, has a
hard time of 1t on the losers car
"You and your good things! they
grumble at him as he sits gnawing his nails
and trying to explain that the good thing
had been short" or 'interfered with" or
"got off bad" or something equally futile.
ever went to bed or got up. You're the plan
tation hoodoo, and the next time you hand
me a good thing you're got to hit me with d
beer mallet or piece OF lead pipe first!
A seedy-looking man, whose shoes are a
good deal broken at the sides, gazes out OF
the window of his car and sees couple or
well-known bookmakers whirling by in a
swagger racing automobile.
Look at EN- in that devil wagon that tn
little two an five spots o. suckers like me
an you helped EN- t git. After eatin' up
all tn Holsters at tn track they'll skate
into town an nibble at TIL sure nough lob
sters, washed down wit tn hiss juice.
vile me an you crawls t hash joint IN
pass 'em hardluck spiel FIR tn ham an.
Oh, it's great game, amt it?'
A Sympathizer in Hard Luck.
'It sure is" replies his companion, an
other seedy chap with much battered hat.
Wen tn racin' season is all over, them
two bookies that just streaked by in their
Pink Ghost IL be startin' FIR tn Sout of
Europe. an they'll be hittin' up Algiers an
Constantinople an Cairo an places like
them, an then they'll be ridin' up an
down TIL Nile river wit automatic harps
a-playin' an sassy gilt-topped booze all
aroun' EN- an they'll be wearin' pith he'll
NETS an wife duck suits, vile US suckers
back here is shoveltn snow. An in tn
springtime, gentle Annie. they'll come
a-sailin back ag'in, an take their seats
on their little OF stools, an me an you'll
be hockin out winter blankets in tn
same OIL way oh, chase out put here ,e -, =.
dough. You bet it's great game, little
Willie We're de Vere."
The majority of the women passengers
to the point of despair during the early
stages Of the ride, but they gradually take
up the querulous, petulant or explosive
themes of the trousered hard losers.
"On'y to think" says a wfthered little
middle aged woman in funny bonnet and
a faded coat, there was ony five horses
in the race, and I played four of 'em with
dollar each SOS to be sure, ana tnen ine
wins Oh, N.Y. and she signs heavily and
counts over the silver coins in her shabby
purse.
9TH very idee O. Jim givin' me such
bunch O. dead ones!' ominously mutters
huge woman with much fiashy jewelry.
I'D les like t think that he done 1t a-pur-
pose! Come t think OF 1t, l seen queer
look in his eye wen he handed me them
nags all writ out on this list, an l wonder
could it ha'> been that he was tryin t
throw me FIR some reason or other! Jes
wait till see him, that's all!' and the fire
that creeps into the huge woman's eyes
as she makes this last remark makes 1t
look bad for Jim at their next meeting,
'Well, don't think much of them tips,
says a demonstrating little woman, whose
gaudy garnet and imitation turquoise rings
only serve to aceentuate the soiled state
of her hands. 81 bought 'em all comm out
on TIL train, an put dollar on ev-ry one
Of EN- too, an they was all jes' nosed out,
an what I'm goin' t. do I'm sure don't
know, cause 1 brought tn house rent out
tday, thinkin' sure I'd win 'nough t git
new hat an some other things l need, and
she gazed sadly out Of the car window to
hide the tears that appeared in her eyes
stout, black haired and black-eyed
young woman extravagantly dressed, was
on losers car on Wednesday evening last,
but she wasn't a loser-she hadn't played
the last race, that was ALL She opened up
her gold chatelaine bag, and the big yellow
bills were almost bursting out of it. She
spread the twenty and fifty and hundred
dollar notes out on her lap, and the women
near her-they were all losers-glared vim
dictively at the sumptuous creature and her
insolently displayed array Of wealth.
''Nothin but" said the black haired wo-
man to her companion: played five
straight winners. and 1 didn't want none
of the last race in mine. Say, I'm goin'
to buy and as she went on to tell her
companion of the purchases she int ended to
make with her winnings the eyes of the
women in her neighborhood took on an adj
ditfonal fire OF something that was very
like hatred.
~Huh!' one of them shifted. ITS easy
enough to win when you've got one O. them
thievin' Jockeys runnin' back an forth
from you all tn time. like she had!'
In the same car a short and tremendous
" fat Italian. with greasy locks and a
greasy smile of content. who was standing
in the AISLE took out of his trousers pocket
a huge roll Of sepia-hued bills. held to-
gether by a couple of stout rubber bands,
and began to count the money ostentatious-
ly, occasionally glancing out of the tail Of
his eye to see whether he was being OBJ
he wanted to be.
"Git mex t tn wad o that dago banana
peddler, will you. an it's so t. 1 that he
hain't bin in this country more'n tree
months" growied a dfsmal-looking group
of regulars seated near the Italian
Not very joyful, to be sure. are the oc-
cupants Of the losers cars, but on the very
next day the most of them may be seen
going out to the track again, studying the
never-ending dope cheerful crtckets,
and hope again shining in their eyes.
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