Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-01-14
WHEN WOMEN OWN RACE HORSES

Chicago for q woman took Il into his fool
head to make hot stretch run OF II. some
thing he had never done befors, bsing one
Of those horses that would either lead from
| the first jump or never try . HEX and he
won a swell race, with 80 TO 1 chalked
female owner didn't let me me dsure tor a
Du Barry scene in an OF corner Of the pad
dock a few minutes after that race. On my
the board on the horse. HIS last few races
had made It look to me an II he'd stalled
off, and had no confidence In him. When
she tntimated that had not told her that
her horse was going to win 80 that I'd get
the bene6t Of the top price In the ring
myself, began to find the conversation 9
little too raw, and told her that she d
have to get new boy.
That night another trainer, pretty
good friend of mine took the horse over
to his shed. The horse went In another
race three days later. and, on the strength
of his great race at 80 to l. the bookies
chalked up even money against him. Be
fore the race the woman owner asked her
new trainer If she had better bet. She was
the first woman he had ever trained for
and so he wasn't 80 very wise.
Go as far as you like. he told her.
Your .gaily- caparisoned palfrey will win
champing his bitkovitch
but the horse ran like stranded Chesa-
peake fiddler crab at shell-shedding time
and was beaten the difference between CEN
trail and mountain time. The woman had
put $4,000 on him at even money;
Her ennuf over the un~ise trainers poor
prophet work was so intense that she cut
his face up with a buggy whip until 1t
looked like the top Of an old-fashioned XIV
cred cranberry pie She he accused ,Sa h1m wa a
glad. real glad, then, that 1 had got from
under in time
A Grandstand Experience.
"And 1 am reminded of grandstand ex-
perfence that n woman owner for whom
trained for q little while once put me
through in Detroit The horse she turned
over to me to train had been dope horse
for a couple of years, but even that onnery
trea tment hadn't knocked out all Of the
good that he possessed. l resolved to NIX
him up so that he could win races without
the use of the ante-post dope-not an easy
thing to do with an old horse that has be-
come used to the needle and the hurry-up
bolus-and when I got him to what
thought was that edge 1 put him in a race
at Highland Park, Detroit. Before the race
tho woman owner came to me and said
that, of course, l was going to dope the
old plug-she knew that all of his races
for the preceding two years had been dope
races
Il told her that was not. She became
somewhat het up and told me that l was
to follow orders. When the argument had
got pretty warm l told her that the morse
was going to run without the dope, and
that he was going to win. That Gained
her down a bit, although she looked skep-
teal still
took $500 worth of the straight 20 to that
was on tap against the horse. The book
makers knew that 1 wouldn't dope horse,
and they felt certain that this old plug
couldn't run without the hop, hence the
price.
81 watched the race from the grandstand,
seated alongside the woman owner The
old skate was virtually left at the post, but
Il, n1r,aI la
worked his way through the bunch to the
first division. corralled the leader at the
sixteenth pole. and won on the wire by a
whisker. And, dancing frenziedly up ana
down alongside me on the grandstand, from
the beginning of the race to the finish,
here's the kind of laughing stock that
woman owner made Of me:
There they go-what horse Is that that
nearly left? Why, It's mine! Not bit of
run in him! Not a particle. Nearly forty
lengths out of it! Serves me good and right
TO, having fathead for trainer!
Trainer! hur! hod-carrier! Just look at
him streeling after the field like an old
goat These trainers with their top-lofty
ideas about things always did make me
sicki Now he's making up some ground;
but he'll never get to the front. II he'd
been sent to the post as wanted him he
have walked in! The idea of a horse-train-
er pretending to be SO mighty ody-goody,
any way! Sakes alive, look at that old poke
going up! Why. he's third nowl I declare
If he isn't going after the two leaders! Hes
got one Of them! If he only lasts! For
mercy's sake, is it going to be a dead heat!
No no, we win, oh, you grand old thing,
you'll win six thousand dollars! and
right then and there she grabbed me by
the lapels of my coat and yanked me on.
oP nv seat to my feet and ratified me
around till my teeth ached. IN buy you
the handsomest watch in the city of De-
troit she croaked, and I'm a seventh son
Of a sea-cook if the old beldame-she looked
to be ia and wore a crazy bonnet with
funny nodding peoples all over it-didn't
hug me and kiss me right over the left
lamp. all in the presence OF the audience.
at resigned my training billet with her
that evening. / fell to thinking of what
she might have done to me If the honest
old mutt had lost the race, and 1t scared
me. w
Bless the ladies'-uh-huh, I'll always
clink to that. I'll always bless EN-. But
that's a-plenty different from training for
tban, - c. L. c.