Los Angeles herald., 1905-10-23
DREAM 'HUNCHES'
FAIL OF SUCCESS
FOLLOWER OF PONIES TELLS
EXPERIENCES
One 15o to I Shot Might Have Wop
Had He Not Run Away for Nearly
1870 Miles When Taken to
the Post

to the limit. lunches are peculiar
things. Whence they come, where they
go, no one knows. Whenever a hunch
| happens around right and makes good
it is touted broadcast, but the tens
| Of thousands of lunches which fall
down in a practical test are unheard
| of.
The greatest hunch Is the dream.
The hot Drained form player who new
er cashes q bet acquires a habit of
dreaming that such-and-such horse
won a race. Forever afterwards, I'M
til that horse is actually entered in a
race, the unfortunate dreams of what
he will do with all the wealth which
he expects to win when the dream
| land horse goes to the post One of
these dreamers recently recounted his
experiences to q crowd of followers OF
the form charts about like this:
There was once a tall negro around
the New York tracks who cleaned up
several small fortunes by dreaming
for a living. He worked a pretty
shrewd game for several months be-
fore he was found out.
He would approach a prospective
bettor and say, Boss, Ise had a dream
bout dis hoss', naming one of the
long shots in the race. and If the
bait was swallowed he woul catch an
other sucker and so on until he had
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| race.
After he had received several thous-
and dollars as his part of such dream
| tips, he was detected and run away
from the track.
Ran Away 1856 Miles
"Out at the track took mine out in
masticating salted peanuts until the
fourth race, the race in which the
black babesky of the slumber hunch
was to towrope 'em.
when the states were hoisted the
black one was the only 100 to / thing
in the lot 1 got my $50 down on him
III sawbuck lots at that figure, and
| then leaned against the rail to watch
the start, right in front of the stand
THE black butterfly ran away from
them all and hid, all right. He was
100 yards in front of them all before
| they knew what was coming off. Fact
| is, the others hadn't started at all.
| He was the only one to start. He
was in such hurry that he burst
through the barrier as soon as they
| lined UP in front of the webbing. He
probably thought he was to run in a
walk-over in the Me Only stakes.
He tossed his boy at the first turn,
hoped the infield fence, went the full
steeplechase course twice around, flag
ging the jumps, and then he gamboled
over the high fence inclosing the
ground and took for the veldt.
"They got him about three weeks
| later, up around Troy or somewhere
near the headwaters of the Hudson,
where they found him feeding on
acorns and wild berries and slick as
circus Shetland.
But that didn't take all Of the curl
out of my dream dope. 7 knew that
the black would have connected if he'd
| got away on a line with the others,
| and l knew, too, that If the race had
| been about two miles, or the distance
between Long Island and Albany, the
black would have won by about three
days. So 1 just waited for another
| dream.
ut came along, all right, one night.
I dreamed that l saw a bright maza-
rine blue horse spinning along the
stretch, just fit to kill. The blue horse
was so much doubled up with the
laughs that he swerved and zigzagged
| all over the track in the last sixteenth,
but he got home in front by as far
as from here to Bladensburg. When 1
came to next morning I lay in bed
quite a while trying to interpret that
one. 1t didn't look like legitimate
| coin-aggregating hunch to me, for who
ever heard of blue horse? 1 was on
the point of passing up that slumber
suggestion when I picked up the paper
at breakfast to take a look at the en-
tries for that day.
True Blue and BlueaWay were STAT
ed to go in the first race.
| ooh. I guess I'm the punk dreamist,
hey?' said 1 to myself then, when
saw those two names, and both Oh
them swell horses.
"I was in New Orleans few months
later. During the long winter mud
meeting there 1 dreamed that I saw
| q all hV
| himself at the New Orleans track.
woke up chuckling, for I knew that
pure white race horse, a plugovitch by
| the name of Elmer S., was going to
race at the track on the very next day.
In addition to the dream, for which
I'd have fallen with thud only d
few brief months before. I saw about
twenty-three red-headed women around
town that morning and on my way to
the track.
when the bunch with the white
Elmer S. in it paraded to the post
was all a-gurgle with self-congratula-
ton to think of how 1 had broke away
from that dream junk. Only a little
while ago. I gloated to myself. III
anything bearing on or appertain1ng TO
a white plug like that Elmer S. had
flashed through me while 1 was in the
hay I'd have had temperature of los
until I got chance to joggle in all of
my change on it, and here 1 am now
Just a-laughing, and with a ticket on
| the sure-enough winner in my pocket.
Just then the field got away, and
Elmer s., the white one, taking dis
like to the company he found himself
in, when the far turn was reached, just
picked up his doll rags and came home
alone, with all of the $50 to 1 against
him that you could have shot a bis
cult at out of a 10-inch gun.
"And this sums UP in a few reasons
why. when / hear the dream boys
vaiving out escaping steam about the
droskeys of dough they've hauled
away through somnambulistic selec-
tions, feel like stalking 'em to smoke
the fumes of which don't go to the
head"
| CaraunVca