The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-12-24

, social duties and the strenuous occu-
patton Of getting good man down than
he did 10 his work in the saddle. His
right name was Harshberger, but his
sobriquet was Horse and Buggy"
! That fitted better than his registered
label as a means OF Identification. ON
account Of lack Of practice at the
horseback act he was more at home
with a frying pan than ne was with
whip.
Jack AIcInerney went racing at
Nashville in those days. and he was
anxious. as usual, 10 get in close touch
Of the real goods, before intrustiug
his savings 70 the bookmakers. He
Spent q couple OF hours the night be-
fore looking into the possibilities and
probabilities of the horse that was
given over to the tender mercies Of the
frying pan artist, and he had figured
II out that If the animal IN question
/ got away from the post in front and
( was industriously persuaded all the
way he could win by about a length
and halt. He sought Harshberger
/ in the paddock and searched him for
what was expected of him.
Whisper TO me gently" said Me
| lnerney. Did the trainer tell you
how 10 ride this horse"
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but when he got through talking ]
was just in the same fix as when he
started in. 1 recollect that ne told me
to beat the flag by about ten lengths
and then take back to second place
and lay off that trick TO Henry SIM
( ons. Then when / got to the path at
| the top Of the stretch, swing 70 the
| inside or the outside, l kind of disre-
/ member which. But, TO tell you the
: truth, Mr.. Nc, all instructions look
I alike 20 me"
! Then Harshberger took his mount TO
the post and fell off just as the starter
batted his flag.
( The Broadway habit seems to be in
! durable, On a cold day in New Or
! leans last week a western hustler who
] had adopted New York as his home
/ and who had become more New York
! than the New Workers, stood in the
middle of the betting ring at the fair
/ grounds and cast a sneering look
about him.
This Is no place for me-" he said,
| regretfully.
Where would you rather be?'' asked
| the man he had addressed.
why. back in dear old New York.
! When you leave it
"Cut that out. None Of that Nat
| Goodwin thing around here. Why, you
had to scuttie from one end of the ISL
and 20 the other TO get the price TO
come here and you are kicking about
it when you light Broadway means
/ about as much to you as q sand-hill
means TO a mud turtle. When I seen
you down there six weeks ago you
hadn't had nose bag on your face for
two days. You always insist in fol-
lowing the mob and casting homesick
looks back to the place where you
don't belong. That Dear Old Broad
way song doesn't grab you a plate Of
crawfish around here and your Dear
Old New Orleans spiel when you are
back on dear old Broadway. don't you
get nothing for the privilege to scuttIe
( around for the price to get out.
There is one thing about your
kind that makes me laugh.
/ You land on Broadway for about
! minute or so and then you try to
live the balance OF your life on say
ing good things about it. The Broad
way bug stands as much chance
around here or any place else as he
does on Broadway. The most raying
! bouleyardier is a western exile who
has one sock on tW0 feet and wears a
piece of hoop iron for suspender.
SO it's you TO the blind baggage if
you don't like the surroundings"