Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-06-18
A DELICATE BUSINESS

has achieved consfdeha BILE note as a trainer
of thoroughbredsN on the day following
that race made. sonie,curious comments on
the subject of women as owners of race
horses
I've trained runners for half q dozen
women he said, and that's the reason
am expecting to cash in abou ten years
earlier than my predestined minute.
The average woman owners idea of a
race morse Is oneEthat will win every time
ne Is sent to the post Down in the hearts
OF them. all of the women owners that 1
ever trained for believed that ought to be
arHihs meat wagon instead OF four
nushlng around trying to train race horses.
and nave yet to meet the trainer who
hasn't gained the like mental encomiums
trained ~%'E
L once took horse to train for a wo-
man who owned hotel in st. Louis. The
former owner Of the horse had borrowed
some money from the woman. He went
proke and shot himself. That's the way
she got the horse
He was pretty good overnight handi-
cap horse, and had won some good stakes
down the southern line. But he was a slow
horse to come to hand, and when she hand
ed him over to me, at the beginning of the
st. Louis racing season, he was gross. UNI
worked and unfit-not within weeks of a
race.
But the woman insisted upon my toss
ing the horse into a race after only
weeks preparation. He ran like fire dog
for all of an eighth of a mile, and then
shut up like a folding bed.
AT her peremptory order, l sent the
horse out three more times inside OF a
week. The horse finished last each time
Then she consented to my putting him
through a bruising preparation before
starting him again.
Even then. at the end of a month. being
strictly what is called a late horse he
wasn't anywhere near his edge: but. to sat
isfy her, l started him again. He ran
fair second, beaten by a horse he could run
fgure-Of-eight knots around when he was
cherry ripe. Three days later she insisted
upon my running him once more, and again
he finished second to the same horse.
I'D like to own that horse that has
beaten my horse twice. the woman owner
said to me then, not without heap Of pet
ulance. wish you'd ask that horses
owner If he'll trade with me-
Il refused to do that.
Your horse told her, is 5000
horse, with stake-winning streaks In him,
and that horse that you want because ne
has twice beaten your horse Is an $oOO sell.
ing platter. The next time they meet, II
you give your horse little time, he'll
make that skate that's beaten him twice in
row look like barnyard hen.
"She exhibited her confidence In my Judg-
ment by seeing the owner Of the other
horse herself about half an hour later. and
making the trade with him. The owner
of the other horse jumped at the offer He
told me afterward that he would have given
her couple of thousand to boot II she had
asked him.
Then she told me about the deal. and said
that the skate for which she had traded her
good one would be sent over to my barn
presently. l told her that l thought not,
and we arrived at the two-fingered sepa-
rating post right then. She had to get
another trainer.
"A couple of days later the two horses
hot bod
dubbed into condition. only to see her trade
him for a ground hog. beat her trade by
the length Of an iron ore freight train, and
then he won eight straight races. carrying
up to 134 pounds. and going from seven
furlongs to mile and three-quarters. And
ever since then that st Louis woman has
been losing sleep aha ting me.
Seven years ago, at LatOnia, woman
who owned nan-eating horse sent him
over to my shed to be fixed up for race.
This horse could run a lot. but he was
sorehead and dangerous. He liked to bite
off human arms,
THE woman had come into possession
Of the horse accidentally. and she didn't
know any more about race horses than L
do about the fourth dimension. One thing
she did know, however, and that was that
post for the first time in her colors. he
was to have strips Of cherry and white rib
bon-the woman owners colors-twined In
his name and spit-lock.
that the horse was such flesh eater that
he even had to be bridled by strategy on
the part of his black handler.
Better be content with the Jockeys dis
play of your colors.' said to her. The
horse has got standing crouch against
himself and the world. and that kind of
horse doesn't stand to have his front
bangs and name fooled with
But nope. She wanted the cherry and
white ribbons in his spit-curl and neck
hemp. and that was all there was about it
so there, She had had cherry and white
dress made, with knots of those ribbons or
namenting 1t. and the man-eater would
have to wear bows in his hair to match her
ribbons
Dye know that we had to hoist that
savage old knawer in a sling and almost
choke him to death with timber bitches be-
for the coon boy succeeded in weaving
those trifing ribbons In among his bangs
and mane-strands?:. The job made the
horse so nervous and deviish that when we
got him. saddled, into the paddock, he was
in sea foam lather like horse that has
had about a quart of the run-quick juice,
and the paddock judge eyed me suspicious
ly. Then the bugle sounded and the pad
dock gate swung open. The crazy man
cater, reused to fury by that silly ribbon
performance tossed his boy as soon as he
got on the track, ran away four miles.
jumped the infield fence, broke leg, and
had to be shot right before the eyes Of the
woman whose insistence upon the ribbon
proposition caused all of the trouble The
stewards suspended me, pending an inves-
tigation, on the charge of having 'doped
the horse, and came within one-spot of
being ruled off the turf for life. Ever since
then that woman has been telling every
horseman she meets that a great piano
mover was lost to the world when l de-
c!ded to go into the horse training business.
zone day horse that l was training in
Chicago for a woman took it into his head
to make a stretch run of it, something he
had never done before, being one of those
horses that would either lead from the
first jump or never try lick. and he won
swell race, with rs to l chalked in most
books against him. l guess maybe the
woman who owned the horse didn't let me
figure as audience for a Du Barry scene
in an off corner of the paddock few min
utes after that race. On my advice she had
only bet $40 each way across the board on
the horse. His last few races had made it
look to me as II he'd stalled off, and had
no confidence in him. When she intimated
that had not told her the horse was going
to win so that T. get the benefit of the top
price in the ring myself, 1 began to find
the conversation a little too raw, and l
told her she d have to get a new boy.
THAT night another trainer, a pretty
good friend of mine. took the horse over to
his shed. The horse went in another race
three days later, and. on the strength of his
good win at 15 to l, the bookies chalked up
even money against Jim. Before the race
the woman owner asked her new trainer
bod