Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-03-25

thing else. but Just hold O. minute. SON.
Let me slip you one of those wise kind.
" nat you want to do is to get up In time
for an early breakfast tomorrow morning,
fish mackerel and coffee and such like you
want to hike right downtown to some trust
company or other and tie about. say, $780,
coo of that little bundle of the blue checks
In what we call an annuity. Soak 1t away
so hard and tight that you'll never be able
to loosen Il with a machine gun. That's
what you want TO do. Got it7
What did he dov He staked. me to
long yawn.
"wen. It was only last year that I hap
pened to be passing in front of the bookies'
line at Gravesend when l saw this same
little man sinking up to one of the we'll
known layers.
Hey said the busted midget to the
bookie, with forced rakishness. gimme
marker on that top horse there for five
spot. will you?-Im going to run 1t into
roll
And then fell into little dream of the
old days when that same boy had sat
astride the greatest horses In America-had
bestridden them like veritable devil of
sheer ability. and, out of pure boyish imp
ishness. had fetched them home in such
tight finishes that folks in the grandstand
was going to lose. although there never was
a chance OF his losing in tight finish. And
there he was asking a sardonic. gum-chew-
ing layar for a s. marker on plug, and
your papers crack, at S1at
Two Similar Cases.
81 know another one of 'en,-he was wiz
of all the wizards In the saddle in his day
who did put something away-a chunk, In
fact. which he invested in Brooklyn real
estate. Wise and dignifed old men. own
ers of thoroughbreds and mfilionaires on
the side, had to grovel before this one,
when he was riding free lance. to take the
mount on their horses. The cush poured in
on him like a Bay of Biscay tide the right
kind of Wall street tips nudged his way,
so that when the weight thing got him he
had the chunk, as 1 say, spraddled around
In good Brooklyn property. But 1t faded.
He began to play 'em from the ground.
Playing EN- when you're great and sue
cesSful jockey, able to get back at the fel-
lows who slip you dead ones and thus get
you in wrong, and playing EN- when you're
just one of the push that think they re In
possession of real sweet things, are two
dead different matters. and this jockey boy
that had been found 1t out to the tune OF
absolute bustedness inside of two years.
He never had chance as a player. He
never lined up. And he's going around the
tracks today, too. like the one met at Los
Angeles, moving alongside the people he
used to know, and whispering to 'em to
please slip him note, for he has good
thing, y'see
Remember Patsy? There weren't many
finer natural horse riders In this or any
other country in his day than that same
Patsy. The Washington folks will easily
remember the day, seven or eight years
ago, when he pulled five out of six mounts
first past the wire, and got his sixth mount
into the place. There just wasn't anything
on earth that that raee-riding Kid Couldn't
have had and kept If he'd have remained
straight. But John Barleycorn claimed
him for prize package when he was at
the age when most boys are playing Skinny
in the vacant lot after school hours, and
~ lii ~ -,rb !, tc ltcit
through a strainer. Incredible as it may
sound l saw him blow s1,O00 on cham
payne at an all-night session in the cafe OF
New York hotel on one occasion. He
lust ordered the. wealthy water to be
brought up In basketfuls for all hands that
tripped into the place, and the word got
around among the cheerful ones, and when
Patsy got out of the Turkish bath $1,000
handed out to him by the hotel cafe people
she tried to restrain him. am did for a
brief while, by the method of n aking him
take the pledge before a priest az Saratoga.
But he soon broke out again, and, penniless
and all in, one of the finest natural riders
this country ever saw disappeared miser-
ably from the game.
Few salt" Their Money.
.'And. as 1 say. most of them go the
profgate route, even If the booze or other
forms of dissipation don't get them. Mighty
few of the crack saddle boys in the game
even today are getting their money sailed
Arthur Redfern has got a bunch, because
his dad looks after his. and the boy is nat
urally sensible. Danny Maher, who's been
riding in England for years, Is there with
a big chunk but he was born wise. Tommy
Burns, whom nobody ever accused of hav-
ing any great natural intelligence. although
he is a horseman strictly when he wants
to be. has got a couple hundred thousand
sailed. II Is said. Gene Hildebrand, who
was ruled off last year, but will ride again
this season, is there with most of what he
earned before he got the shut-on. Shaw
nut something by Odom did. too. And
there are others. But most of them have
the creased skids of profigacy put under
them long before even their ability gives
out, and-well, well, here's a pretty long
homiIy I've been exuding, all from the
touch l got at Los Angeles the other day
from the seedy mite of an ex-rider who
maced me for a 81 note" c. l.. C.