The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-05-10
WHEN The WRONG HORSE WINS
Most MEN, AND WOMEN. TOO,
GiHE WHEN THEY LOSE.
Occa sionally somebody viii Weep or
Throw Brickbats or Spank a Jockey:
nut That Is the Exccption--Ch Cheerful
Losers OF Thousands OF Dollars.

IN saturday a week ago, ponderous
German standing in the thick Of the crowd
On the lawn began TO moan gutturally.
Then he ground the hugo Bnuckles of his
rish, hand into his right eye. He fol-
lowed this up by pulling big red bandanna
from his sack coat pocket, and then he began
10 weep bitterly
Il bay dot Yellow Tail NIT swancy-fim
tollar, all vat maig in weeg out oof my
mead shob, und he ged pead plog. nor"
and he rocked to and fro and blubbered.
"Aw. give him a cookie" said man in
the crowd. and with hoot, they all rushed
for the betting ring, leaving the disoon-
ISOLATE proprietor of the meat shop on the
lawn with his grief.
That's the first case of the weeps that
I've seen on track for dogs age said
A detective who has helped to police tracks
all over the country for many years, -ard
[ guess there are quite few beers behind
those gulps. at that.
NO matter how hard they may be think
ing inside. raCegcers all over this country
take it cool enough as a rule when they
go broke. although I've seen a few violent
outbreaks on the part Of men who have
skated over their last check.
in Chicago few years ago an 1rishman
named Donovan who had sloughed of n
prosperous hauling business on the Shet-
lands became so hostile when he lost the
las, ace of his roll at the Roby track that he
dug two bricks out of tho walk with his
naked hands and SHE'D them through the
window of the judges stand. 1t took three
Of US to weigh him down by sitting on him,
for he announced that he was going to
make sausage of every horse and jock on
The grounds and matchwood of the grand
stand and barns.
He didn't have any attack Of the looms,
either. II was only that he was as sore as a
water blister all through for having
dumped his gilt, and he wasn't reasonable
enough to direct the wrath against him
self for having tried to crack such granite
game as that thing at Roby was.
THE horses were returning to the Judges
stand after the finish Of a race at Windsor
a few years ago when a big. haming-cyed
Canuck hoped onto the track, and rush
ing over to one of the horses, deliberately
pulled the jockey to the ground The
big Canadian placed the wriggling jockey;
across his knee. and he had warmed and
numbed him UP pretty good before we
got to him.
THE Canadian had poked up the last of
his trade dollars on the Jockeys mount.
and when the horse finished last there vas
no other way for him to look at 1t except
that the jockey needed a basting in his
business. We got the Canadian OH the
grounds. but the outraged jock was gun
ming for him with two horse pistols during
the rest Of the meeting.
Its always the small bettors, the pikers.
who exude the grunts when they go. broke
on a racetrack The big fellows who, get
the shred for thousands or tens OF thou,
sands don't get peevish when they find
49, hat l,.
glue pot.
Il was present at the final breaking OF
Kentuckian who had owned a hall interest
IN one Of the finest thoroughbred farms
in the Blue Grass country. aud had Tor
several years raced big string OF good
ing. He was too keen to bet on them,
though and that spiked him:
First he bsd to sell OUT ms nn s.erest n,
partner; then all of the horses of the string
reverted in the same direction. and finally
he got to playing them from the ground
with the few thousands that he had left
from the wreck.
May Hampstead was beat by Rush, when
the former was at to in the betting my
friend the Kentuckian had his whole faggot,
a pat $ 900, on the May girl. He thought
that Miss Hampstead would just two-step
home. as several thousands Of New Workers
"a
time that May Hampstead got smothered
by Whitney's mare Admiration back TINS
way later on.
Il was leaning alongside him on the fence
when Rush cantered home, kicking mud IN
May Hempeteado reproachful eyes.
knew that he was all inland all out-and
suppose that the frog in my throat was
bigger than any he had ever known in his |
"'Oh, we'll. said to him. with a grin !
that felt was enamelled the peach dos
SONS are out, anyhow.
He looked perfectly perky and cheerful,
and it wasn't any up-stage work either. |
He pulled three ten-dollar gold pieces out |
of his pocket and studied them humor-
ously
kncr what a I'm .s going to s aG he to s sx
a COW and sell the milk
There was no slow music business IN |
that kind OF finish, because he wasn't |
slow music kind OF man, and two years
later his colors were flashing again on the
TO carry the boys wearing them You
can keep beaver up tree
Joe Peavey, the Montana plunger who was
drowned In Honolulu harbor few years
ago went broke a good many times during |
his career against the faro bank and the |
1t that you'd have thought he actually llked
TO 60 broke, and it was never mere dog that
be was hurting, either
Il saw him get one Of his big bumps az
the St. Louis track He had started IN TO
whang the St. Louis game with S15oUn thht
he had hoed his way during the winter 2lt
n the Helena faro ban ks and the hot !
Springs poolrooms. But the ST. Lo,ns game
wouldn't whan9 for Joe that season
. He got tho cross-out and the %hP-sadw
nom the running OF the Inaugural hahol-
cap and every time for the tholisanns
Peavey didn't know how TO spell the "ord
pike. The boys on the high chairs mao
him rocking long before the meeting ne
gan to draw to close. but he went t'Bht
along with tho grin that wouldnt erase
One day the bookies noticed thai Joe
wasn't playing at all. and they Joshed MN
about it. He didn't play the next daS,
either, nor for Ave straight days: ne
just walked around with his hands IN nus
pockets and permitted the jollying, BOOK.
makers to offer him the loan OF che~ Oh
tobacco and nickel for bottle OF pop.
On the sixth day Mr.. Peavey became
suddenly busy, There was a gooo old
mare named Linda in ono OF the races and
she was an even-money shot, Joe mao
twenty 81. o0O-bills as the remains OF Lls
package, and he had been waiting Tor tna'
raca and for Linda ..o
II, strolled around the ring and got tne
even money on Linda for the tso.Vo, lhei
he leaned against a stanchion shucheo
peanuts and watched the race.
Linda ran second The oookmaKeIs
crowded around Peavey with hoarse noo's
OF m,rriment-his personality mace inl nla