The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-07-09

man, and two years later his colors were
flashing again 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 IS, ran a beanbag up
to $4,000 at the Hawthorne track in
Chicago in 1897, went broke as gamely
as any trick l ever saw for his age or
any other age, as far as that's con-
cerned.
Eddie began on the Hawthorne
track as newsboy and gum seller, and
one day he put over a 200-to-1 shot
with a four-bit piece that he had de-
posted with a handbook man outside
the gate. Then Eddie spiraled right
along to the cone without a mistake,
as they say in Joplin. He didn't take
anybody's picks, tips, handicaps or sug-
gestions. but just chung unto the run
ming animals dOped cut and figured as
winners by one E. McAvoy, esquire
The result was that just three weeks
after he'd slid his 200-to- thing over
he'd combed the pile up to $4,000.
Then, of course, his minute TO make
the mistake heaved along, as it nearly
always does. He thought that Macy
was a good horse. Macy may have
been a good horse in spots, but he was
pOlka-dotter, and the spots were hard
to pick. Eddie McAvoyf one day put
his whole $4,000 on Macy to beat the
great old mare Imp, and Macy felt be-
fore the race was over as If the lady
mare had just gone away and hid from
him out of pure h!de-and-seek devil
ment
II was standing close to Eddie Nc
Avoy when Macy failed to connect. The
quiet youngster spat rehectively at the
grass, and he trotted over to the stand
of the boss gum man.
Gimme a couple o. boxes o. gum OF
tick" said Eddie to the Dos gum man
and then he began 10 circulate among
the throngs, politely inviting them tc
purchase peps.n from him at the uni
form rate of cents the package.
guess that wasn't the spirit of the men
who are now going to rebuild San
Francisco!
Then | we'll remember the curious
case OF man who only thought he was
broke-Frank Boland, the Montana
plunger. Boland was broke a good
many times during his career against
the faro ba TX and the horses, but he
was always so unctious about it that
you'd have thought that he really en-
joyed going broke, and he wasn't just
throwing on the dog in the matter,
either.
This time, when he thought he had
got a big bump at st. Louis, was a
sure-enough entertaining incident
Frank had starttd in at the Fair
Grounds track at ST. Louis with $780,
600 wad that he'd hoed out of the Hot
Springs poolrooms during the winter.
But the Fair Grounds game whanged
him good. He got the crosscut and the
whipsaw from the running of the inau-
gural 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 a grin that couldn't be erased. One
day the bookies noticed that Boland
wasn't playing 'em at all, and the
joshed him about it. He didn't play
on the next day, either, nor for the next
five days. He just strolled around with
mis- hands in his pockets and permitted
the joshing bookmakers TO offer him
the loan of a chew of tobacco or the
price OF a bottle of pop. On the sixth
day Mr. Boland became suddenly busy.