Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-11-01
NEW STORY TOLD
WITH AN OLD MORAL
In the Case of Horsemen 1t is
Not Always Safe to Trust
to Appearances.

"I'm from oe-on-the-Bg-Muddy when
I meet these down-and-out race horse own
ers," said Billy Garth, the famous Virginia
trainer at horse-buZZ in the broadway
paddock in New York a while back.
when I stumble into one Of the down
and-outs he's got to give me a flash at
what he's wearing underneath his outer
makeup of hand-me-downs, for it may be
the ribbed silk kind at S35 suit-I'm from
the commonwealth due east of Kansas
when it comes to taking them for what
they look like.
'.Togs don't make the racing man, so
that you could observe it with the I'M
screened lamp, BERTHE. Whenever you fall
into that hasheesh state where you'll try
to size up the heft of a horseman's bank
wad by the sort of habiliments he's wear
ing you want to get somebody to prod you
awake before you fall for the pea that
under the other she'll, maybe.
"Grisly incredulity, yes? Well, there's
an answer-several answers-but I'll just
mention one Of them.
More than ten years ago there was a
Jesse James track outside of San Fran
cisco called the Bay District track. I was
out there, just poking around, not training
anything, in 1894
A Piece Of Human Driftwood.
"a week or so after that winter meeting
at the Bay District track began I was sit
ting in the lobby of a Kearney street hotel
with bunch Of the faithful, including
some of the price-scribblers booking at
the track, when a piece of driftwood who
looked like a sailor of the merchant ma
rine who'd jumped his ship waited in. The
drape things on him looked as If they'd
been rained on and sun-dried since the
last aurora borealis visible in Arkansas.
he seemed to have been taking inhales
out of life'S most punkerino pipe for
long spell. But he had the equine atmos-
phere about him all the same. l can pipe
"a gee-gee man as far off as can see him
through the haze of prairie fire.
He skunk over to our bunch and looked
US over out of wistful windows, by
one. Then he opened up out Of hoarse
pipes that sounded as If he'd been sleeping
on the ground for a long while.
Say he preluded, you fellows are
sports, amt your
Nobody in the crowd appeared to have
heard him. They all looked the other way.
But the man who looked as If he'd been
ditched by Destiny didn't appear to be
chagrined over the pervasive silence.
"'You people stick up states. over the
way don't you? he went ahead nodding
his head in the direction of the Bay Dis
trict track.
".Get it off your chest, ombrey-what If
we do?' chopped out one of the layers
with the sympathetic idea of puncturing
the gloom and giving monetary coun-
tenance to the Fate-fagged one.
"'Well,' said the man with the fringey
olve-green raiment, it's like this. You
couple of cookies that've been running at
the bush meetings-up around Sacramento
and Stockton and such places. Didn't
either of 'em slide into any part of the
one-two-three greens at these bush meet
ings and. digging up for their feed bills
and entrance fees and such like. they put
me on the crags. Now, 1 want to poke
'em into a sprint or two at Bay District.
But my two NUTS are in hook up in Sac
ramento. They're tied up for $25 feed
bill that I couldn't skate to the center for.
No way that 1 can get EN- out of the
caves till that $25 is dug. Now, you people
are sports, and som I. 1t amt often that
/ slam in, but. say. will you sports cough
that $25 for me, just as a loan, SOS 1 can
get that brace of doode-bugs out of the
spout and fetch 'em over here?
1.-THE bookies gave the piece of driftwood
the gway gurgie.
Behave said the layer who had first
replied to him. I can get all the race
horses I want out here for $1.4S a head.
Stop that cutting up. Twenty-Five dollars?
Upon me ward
But the man with the busted seams
didn't seem to curl up any under the
stewing.
but they're sure-enough run-quick