Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-04-28
SOME GOOD LOSERS

ST.
..The lamentations of German butcher
Ia one OF the markets who put bet on
my old horse Paul Clifford ON one of those
Paul forgot to bring the kale home caused
lot OF fun to the people who overheard
the sad-souled Teutoa.'' said John Pansfe.
the washington owner of thoroughbreds.
at Baltimore couple Of days ago.
1.-The German butcher was standing close
to me- Ut the end OF the stand, on that
day. When the horses finished noticed
that he ground the huge knuclkies OF MS
right hand into his right eye and began to
moan Gufterally Then he pulled q big ban
danna from his coat pocket and started
In to weep bitterly.
IT blay dot Baul CLIFFORD nit swancy-
finn tollar. all vat I maig in seeg out
Of my mead shob, una be ged pead q piock.
nor he said. and then he rocked to and
fro and blubbered.
.Aw, give him cookie the bunch who
we're listening to his lamentations 1eered
at him, but he was past feeling the sting
of any Jeerfng, end went right on weeping
disconsolately.
THAT was the first case OF the weeps
that I'd seen on race track In dog
age. and the incident started me to think
ing OF how gsmely most big players OF the
horses take their losses when the big wal
lops come their way.
81 happened to be present at the break
ing of q Kentuckian who had owned
half interest in one of the finest thorough
bred farms in the blue grass country. and
had for several years raced big string OF
good horses of hts own and his partners
breeding. He was too keen to bet on his
horses, though and that was what spiked
him, as 1t spikes all of EN- in time.
First, he had to sell out his interest in
the thoroughbred farm to his conservative,
non-bettins partner. Then all Of the horses
of the string reverted in the same direction
from the ground with few thousands that
he had saved from the wreck.
On the day that the great but erratic
May Hampstead was beaten by Rush, when
May was at / to 8 In the betting, my
friend the Kentuckian had his whole faggOt.
pat 5000, on the May girl. He thought
that Miss Hampstead would Just waatz
homs.
Twas leaning on the fence alongside Of
him when Rush cantered home. kicking
mud in May Hempstead's reproachfui eyes.
/ knew that he was all in financially. and j,
suppose that had considerable sized frog
of sympathy in my throat for him.
oh WE'LL said to him, with grin
that felt looked like something enameled.
the peach blossoms are out, anyhow, and
there'll be fruit pretty soon for the ask
ing
He looked perfectly perky. and cheerful,
and 1t wasn't any up-stage imitation work,
either with him. He pulled three SO gold
pieces from his pocket and studied them
humOrously.
well. I know what I'm going to do he
said to me, as he jingled the gold coins;
I'm going to buy couple Of nanny goats
and sell the milk to invalids. I've got to be
In the stock-raising business in some old
way
There wasn't any slow-music business
In that kind Of finish, because he wasn't
any slow music kind Of a man. and two
va Iatn hi JnVc oonf, In,
on the southern tracks. with his own good
horses TO carry the boys wearing them.
You can't keep a beaver up a tree, you
see.
Eddie McAvoy. the runt of a lad from
Elkhart. Ind, who. when he was something
under eighteen, ran a beanbag UP to $18. 900
at the Hawthorne track In Chicago In 1897,
went broke as gamely as any trick I ever
saw for his age, or any other age as far as
that's concerned.
Eddie began on the Hawthorne track
he put over a 200-to-1 shot with a four-bit
piece that he had deposited with hand
book man outside the gate. Then Eddie
spiralied right along to the cone without q
mistake. as they say in Joplin. He didn't
take anybody's picks. tips, handicaps or
suggestions. but just chung unto the run
ming animals doped out and figured as
winners by one E. McAvoy, esquire. The
result was that just three weeks after he'd
slid his 200-to-1 thing over he'd combed the
pile up to $4,000. -, -
mistake heayed along. as 1t nearly always
does He thought that Macy was a good
horse. Macy may have been good horse
in spots. but he was polka -dotter. and
the spots were hard to pick Eddie Nc
Avoy one day put his whole $4,000 on
Macy to beat the great old mare Imp, and
Macy felt before that race was over as II
the lady mare had just gone away and hid
from him out of pure hide-and-seek devil
ment.
IT was standing close to Eddie McAvoy
when Macy failed to connect. The quiet
youngster spat reflectively at the grass.
and then he trotted over to the stand Of
the boss gum man. - +s1- .
q Gimme couple O. boxes O. gum on
tick said Eddie to the boss gum man, and
then he began to circulate among the
throngs, politely inviting them to purchase
pepsin gum from him at the uniform rate
Of five cents the package. / guess that
wasn't the spirit of the men who are now
going to rebuild San Francisco!
"Then l well remember the curious case
of man who only thought he was broke
Frank Boland, the Montana plunger. Bo-
land was broke good many times during
his career against the faro bank and the
horses, but he was always SO unctueus
really enjoyed going broke. and he wasn't
just throwing on the dog In tho matter,
either.
'-This time, when he thought he got big
bump at st. Louis. was a sure-enough en-
pertaining incident. Frank had started in
at the old fair grounds track In st. Louis
with 100000 wad that he'd hoed out OF
the Hot Springs poolrooms during the win
ter.
but the fair grounds game whanged
him good. He got the crosscut and the
whipsaw from the running OF the inaugu-
raj handicap. and every time for the high
thousands-Boland didn't know how to spell
the word 'piker.' The boys on the high
chairs had Boland rocking long before the
meeting began to draw to a close. but
Frank went right ahead with the grin that
couldn't be erased One day the bookies
noticed that Boland wasn't playing 'em at
ALL and they Joshed him about it. He
didn't play on the next day. either. nor for
the next five days. He just strolled around
with his hands In his pockets and permitted
the joshing boOlxmakers to offer him the
loan of a chew of tobacco or the price of
bottle of pop. On the sixth day Mr.. Bo-
land became suddenly busy. There was a
good old campaigner In one of the races
named silva, and silva was an even-money
thing Boiand had twenty $1,000 bills as
the remainder of his package, and he'd been
waiting for the race and for silva. He
traipsed around the ring and got the even
money price against silva for $4,000 Then
he leaned against stanchion. shucked pea
nuts and watched the race. silva ran Sec
ond The bookies crowded around Boland
with hoarse boots of merriment-his per-