The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-12-17
THE HER Al DS SPORTING PAGES

from mine. I'm there with It this sea-
son. Say, Nose, it's tough about them
banks, isn't it?'
"How's that?"
'Why. those guineas down there
don't know they're alive. You can't
swing on them for your own dough
after l O'Clock in the afternoon. Here
/ am with a bu7sh of my own. and I
can't get the cashier TO loosen unless /
get a jimmy Just let me take four
bits TIL tomorrow morning.
Sorry, old man, but / never carry
any money in the daytime.
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Among the racehorse followers who
have shaken the west and taken 10
their residence In New York is Archie
thinner. thinner was a character from
childhood, and he never has lived down
his past. He came naturally by all the
tricks Of the racing trade, but in MS
entire picturesque career there canno'
be located a spot where he made a mis-
take. He can get anything that any
body has, but he does not need IL now
He has arrived at the goal of the horse
mans ambition. which means that he
has got his and has it properly pro-
tectcd
thinner swarmed on the racing game
about a dozen years agO with q dope
ridden pest called Simrock, Simrock
was worth a badge, but that let IN
out. A badge was all that Archie need
ed in those days, but Simrock had a
hankeTing for feed, and his owner
found il necessary 10 provide him with
II in order that he might put up a re-
spectacle appearance When Simrock
lit at New Orleans seven years ago the
room clerk at the fair grounds couldn't
place him. Al the stalls were hlled
with more or Jess fashionable race
horses, and thinner was put TO IT Sc
verely To find lodgings for his meal
ticket He rose to the occasion. how
ever He told the attendant of the
spawned steed TO lead him into the FIRST
stall he found vacant. After one good
nights rest SimrOck was told to move
out. He was shifted into another va
cant stall. only TO be served with an
other writ os restitution.
"See here" said thinner TO the barn
boss, II guess you don't know who this
horse belongs to"
He's yours. isn't he?" asked the
faithful bird-dog.
belongs to President Bush. ana he'll be
a pretty sore man II he finds out he's
been tossing around from one place TO
another"
wen, if that's the case" said the
attendant, well have 10 take care Of
him. Just have your man lead him
over 10 the mule barn. 7 reckon he'll
| be Well taken care of over there
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Simrcck beat one sad-eyed mule out
Of three meals a day for three weeks.
but he was spoiled for racing purposes.
According to thinner. all the hair fell
out of his tail. his ears grew a foot and
a half long, and he developed a Wag-
merriam voice that greatly disturbed the
other quadrupeds in the neighborhood.
There was a race in the book that
seemed TO fit SiInrOck. It was a race
for horses that had lived under false
pTetenses since early col-h0od, and the
owner carefully set about preparing
HIM for it. He told the exercise boy TO
canter him arOuHd the track for a lap
or two and then throw six fast fur
longs into him in about 1;20. SimrOck
/ broke from the three-eighths pole but
down about the furlong he came up TO
the mule team that was pulling the
/ harrow. There he fiopped his ears and
come TO q dead walk. He fell in beside
/ the iong-eared pal whose feed he had
, stolen and could not be persuaded 70
leave him.
After that thinner gave him up for
a hopeless degenerate.
Tom McFall has arrived in New Or
| leans for the winter season. He came