The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1903-05-23
John HENRY"
A New slang singer Created by
George V. Hobart.

A New Slang Singer Created by
George V. Hobart.
From Down the Line" by g. v. Ho-
bart.
was anxious TO make Clara ]. think
that she was an the money. so boiled
out a few plunks. trotted over to the
trolley, and rushed her to the race
track. I'm a dub on the dope, but it
was my play to be Wise Boy among
the skates on this particular occasion,
and 1 went the whole distance. In the
presence of my lady love 1 knew every
horse that ever pulled a harrow. Isn't
it cruel how a slob wilNcut the guy
ropes and go up in the air just because
his Baby is. by his side,
Before the car got started was tell
ing her how Pittsburg Phil and won
$4,000 last summer on fried fish they
called Benzine. Then / confided to
her the, fact that 1 doped turtle
named Pink Toes to win the next day,
but he went over the fence after
loose bunch of grass and l lost $780,
ESQ.
When we got TO the track they were
punching the bones for the first race,
so told Clara j. thought I'd crawl
down to the ring and plaster two or
three thousand esaroundl among the
needy. Two or three thousand. and
me with nothing but a five-spot in my
jeans and the return ticket money in
that.
Are you really going to bet?" she
asked.
.surel' 1 said: rive got a pipel"
We'll. l hope you won't smoke it
near me. l hate pipesi" she said.
"A1l right; I'll take my pipe down to
the betting ring and smoke il there!"
I said, and we parted good friends.
In front of the grandstand l met a
bunch of Dream Builders. They We're
holding punches of peoples in their
hands and thinking out loud. Every
Breezy Boy met had a different bunch
and they called me into the wharf and
unloaded. l figured it out that if 1
had bet IS on each good thing they
gave me I would have lost 100000.
Then I ducked under, sopped up a stein
of root beer and climbed up again to
the hurricane deck.
did you bet?" inquired Clara J.
"Only $3.50" I said: "a mere bag o.
morning. and / suppose that's the rea-
son / was so swift with the numbers.
MY what a lot of money" said the
Fair One: do point out the horse you
bet on! I shall be awfully interested
in this race"
Carlo you're a bad dog-lie down !
l pointed out the favorite as the one
had my bundle on, and explained to
Clara j. that the only way it could
lose was for some sorehead TO get out
and turn the track around.
Sure. enough. the favorite galloped
into port and dropped anchor six hours
ahead OF the other clans.
win over 81, Accommodation
money-and Bonnie Brighteyes was in
a frenzy of delight. She wanted to
know II I wasn't going to be awfulIy
careful of 1t and save II up for a rainy
day / told her yes. but I expected
we'd have a storm that afternoon.
had a nervous chill for fear she'd
declare herself IN on the rake-off. But
she didn't. so I excused myself and
backed down the ladder 20 cash in.
The boys were all out in the inquest
room trying 10 find out what killed
the dead ones. Then they stopped
apologizlng 70 themselves and began
20 pick things ont she next race and
push them up their sleeves.
j ran across Harry Maddy and he
TOOK noe W ~ the roof with a line of
TAX about horse called Pretty Boy
~ thf last race.
Heh De over 80 10 /. and ifs a
hilne Harry insisted. Put a avor
- Pretty Boy" Harry Continues
~a1 yea'n nnd yourself dropping over