The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-07-09
SOME GAME LOSERS.
How Most Big Players of the Horses
Take Their Losses.
Washington Starr


THE lamentations of a German
butcher in one of the markets who put
a bet on my old horse Paul Clifford or
one of those days at the recent Ben
nings meeting when Paul forgot to
bring the klle home. caused a lot OF
fun to the people VINO overheard the
saddened Teuton," said John Pangie
the Washington owner of thorough
breds. at Baltimore a couple of days
ago.
THE German butcher was standing
close to me at the end of the stand on
that day. When the horse finished
noticed that he ground the huge knuck-
les of his right hand into his right eye
and began to moan gutterally. Then
he pulled a big bandanna from his
coat pocket and began to weep bitterly
az blay dot Baul Clifford NIT swan
cy finn tollar, all vot l maig in veee
oudt of my mead shOb. und he ged pead
a plock. MOP he said, and then he
rocked to and fro and blubbered.
Jaw, give him a cooky,' the bunch
who were listening TO his lamentations
jeered at him, but he was past feeling
the sting of any jeering, and went right
en- weeping disoonsolately.
THAT was the first case CT the Weeps
that I'd seen on a racetrack in dog
age. and the incident started me tC
thinking of how gamely most big play
ers of the horses take their losses when
the big wallops come their way.
81 happened to be present at the
breaking OF q KentuCkian who had
owned a half interest in one of the fin
est thoroughbred farms in the blue
glass country, and had for several
wears raced a big string of good horses
of his own and his partners breeding
He was to keen to bet on his horses
though. and that was what spiked him
as it spikes all of EN- in time.
First, he had to sell out his interest
i'm the thoroughbred farm to his con-
servative. non-betting partner Then
ali of the horses of the string reverted
in the same direction, and finally he
got to playing the horses from the
ground with a few thousands that he
had saved from the wreck.
''On the day that the great but errat-
ic Nav Hampstead was beaten by
Rush. when May was at 1 to s in the
netting. nv friend the kentuckian had
his whole faggot. a pat $4,000 on the
Nav girl. He thought that Miss Hamp-
stead would just waltz home.
Il was leaning on the fence alongside
of him when Rush cantered home, kick
ing mud IN May Hempstead's reproach-
full eyes ! knew that he was all in
financially, and / suppose that / had a
considerable-sized frog of sympathy IL
my throat for him.
"'Oh, WELL l said to him, with a
grin that I felt looked like something
enameled. the peach blossoms are out,
anyhow, and there'll be fruit pretty
soon for the asking.
HE looked perfectly perky and
cheerful, and ii wasn't any up-stage
imitation work either, with him. He
pulled three so gold pieces from his
pocket and studied them humorously
We'll, know what I'm going to do,
he said to me as he jingled the gold
coins; I'm going to buy a couple or
nanny goats and sell the milk to in
valids I've got to be in the stock rails
ing business in some old way
There wasn't any slow-music bust
ness in that kind of a finish, because
he wasn't any siow-music kind of a