Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-03-03
APPARITI0N IN GREEN


THAT axiom about our inability to
judge man by the clothes he wears is
an old stager. but 1t doesn't lose any of
its truthfu1ness as the years slip by OBJ
served trainer Of race horses just In at
Benning from New Orleans. Il saw ii IL
Illustrated at the Fair Grounds track In
New Orleans only few days ago.
Il noticed the man who figures in the
story after The racing had begun that
day. He was undenIably a lovely piece
OF work, viewed from any and all angles
first noticed him in the interval be-
tween the second and third races, when
he started from the Fair Grounds club
house across the brick lawn In front OF
the grandstand to the gate leading to the
held where his tallyho coach was an
chored.
He wore a pale green cutaway suit.
closely buttoned a greenfsh, fat-bo
toned stin hat 1.-THE EPSON Downs pat
tern, biotme mel: natty shoes of greenish
hunters green gloves. with field glass
incased In a green case slung over his
shoulder by a green strap.
any piker could see that he was a
oetenaIlng swell all right. The coarse
groundlings through and among whom
he strolled nudged each other and fur
tiyely pointed him out with their thumbs.
Inat's Tor me, heard a squash-nosed
regular mutter. looking up from his dope
charts, as the reverberating ton swung
by. don't see how T kin lose after git
tin flash at that
Finally the dude reached the gate lead
ing TO the tallyho anchorage. lot of
owners and trainers and silent, straw
chewing stable hands and wise regulars
We're grouped near the rail close to the
gate. Ihey surveyed the crescendo D.
r ffnr, tn, oil
ture, modified by grins as they caught
one anether's eyes.
The bored-looking. green-diked toff
halted at the gate and extracted tiny
watstcoat pockets Placing the cunnin
silver whistle to his lips, he blew a shrill
20 suns blast upon the pipe.
A tiger seated on the back Of the
hgnt-green painted tallyho heard the blast
on the pipe. He was in green coat, with
double rows Of silver buttons, white breech-
es top boots, plug deer with green cock
ade With the first blast of the silver
and gazed alertly toward the gate whence
the sound proceeded. Espying the green
diked mob beckoning to him. he quickly
leaped down from the tallyho. bounded
green-diked dude with the AFFECT obsequi-
BUSINESS OF the tiger and stood at attention
hands glued to his sides.
oh, say, me man. said the resplend-
emit thing to the waiting tiger. get me a
handkerchief, y'knaw. It's in tho breast
pocket Of me paddock coat. on the inside
seat Of the drag. me good fellow
The stunned crowd saw the tiger salute
and then run with all his might back to
the taliyho. The tiger lifted a coat from,
inside the coach. pulled handkerchief
with a green border from the breast pocket
redeposited the coat in the coach, and
raced back to the gate where he handed
the mouchoir to the glad spectacle In the
green things.
Ah thank you. me good man. drawled
the greenish delight and began his stroll
back to the clubhouse.
Then the crowd of owners and trainers
and regulars awoke from their rapt reverfe
" Curse his handsome face groaned one
OF them, twas he that forged the will to
me fathers estate!'
:" If that comes back here again said
another. I'm going to hand it the sassiest
spank on the pulse I've got
=" oh. goodness. gracious. sakes alive!
exclaimed another.
''Oh. fury. the dissipated devilr said
another
The green-appareled article of splendor
heard the cracks. He wheeled. Then the
lidders observed for the first time that
there was certain hard look about his
a mighty big. outstanding, powerful-look-
ing individual. He slowly returned to
where the stringers were standing. They
had all become suddenly silent.
lie next GREASY Hull tldt OPENS Ills
chops about me. either here or in any other
part of these grounds said the apparitton
in green. and his six feet two inches looked
mighty looming as he started to talk, is
going to get staked to couple OF floating
ribs. I'm not going around with any chip
ped fragments of eordwood on my Shout
der, biting peoples arms off, but the first
one Of you crabs that opens his trap about
me again Is going to the Stag heap for the
full count. That's ALL
Then he turned around and slowly start
ed again for the clubhouse lawn. Not O
man in the crowd opened his face. They
had all suddenly become busy with theii
dope charts.
"Then Clint de Witt. the Chicago horse
man. who had been taking 1t all in with
keen amusement, came over to me and told
me that the dudish looking man in the
green toys was not only one of the heaviest
swelIs among Chicago millionaires down In
New Orleans for the' Mardi Gras, but thai
he was and IS the champion heavyweight
boxer of the Chicago Athletic Club"