The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1906-03-09
The UwNREuAB|LTY OF
DREAM LUNCHES"
Impressions Made on Mind i'm
Sleep Not Always
Helpful.
WHAT HAPPENED ONE
lad a Nudge" a Certain Racer Was
Sure Thing" but Judges Per-
sisted in Claim That First
Horse Under Wire Won.
WHAT HAPPENED ONE ,
From the Washington Evening Star

From the Washington Evening Star.
"A washington race follower. With a
somewhat crippled "wad." returned
from New York the other day to re-
cuperate for the Bennjng meeting.
Somebody asked him IL the cause of
ms poor luck a been his playing of
n Is known as the dream dope"
NOT this season" was his reply. I'm
from the foothills of Kansas City when
IL comes to playing the dream stuff.
and you know what state Kansas City
Is in. There used TO be a time when
ia fal for a dream hunch like a roly-
poly girl out of a swing, but now
you've got to furnish me with exhibit
u, accompanied by cross section draw
lhgs and blue prints and with the Wig
nette attached.
When a hot one is waited to me now
Knights In a dream, 1 can hardly wait
t1ll l get out of bed before L drop a
copper on it that weighs more than a
cooking school fried cake. It's got to
be a wild night on the ElXlnoor downs
When your little hammock mate Bright
eyes let's a phantasy tease him into
traipseing to 1T with honest Navajo
money. l was SO edgey on the dream
kllld curing one skinny year that I'd
eau moi mlnce pie and Roquefort just
before turning in so that ia be sure to
develop a dream bunch during the
night for he bright and gladstone NOR
row. When I'd wake up I'd act as my
own dream interpreter unrayeling them
ali myself. n never by any chance
letting anybody else In for fear they'd
damage the price.
n was the stinglest year I ever
experienced. l dreamed one night tina
i g w n h1oolr h,,t -. H.
norm hat being chased over the lea by
an even dozen-I counted 'em while
dreaming-of brown butterflies. But.
IN the dream, that black butterfly had
got away on his toes, so to speak, and
the brown chasers never got near
enough to him to tag him, BY his way
OF going he looked like he could Just
fly away n hide from those that were
pursuing him. When l ran over the en-
tries the next morning 1t looked pretty
sort TO me when 1 observed tina the
fourth field comprised q field OF thir-
teen starters. with only one of them In
the lot a black horse. The other dozen
were all browns of different shades
real broWns bays. chestnuts, and SO on.
The one black horse IN the bunch fig
ured. on his record. to be a 80 to 1
chance. I wasn't there with the
makings Of a bet, go I stepped down to
the nearest Sign of the Doxes and got
$40 on my clock.
out at the track I o mine out in
masticating sailed peanuts until the
fourth race. the race in which the
black babesky OF the slumber hunch
was to towrope EN-: When the states
We're hoisted the black one was the
only 100 to l thing in the bet. I got
my $50 down on him in sawbuck lots
at that figure. and then leaned against
the rail- to watch the start, right in
front OF the stand. The black butter
fv ran a wa frop, tha~ oil a-l txtA -
right. He was 100 yards in front of
them all before they knew what was
coming off. Fact is, the others hadn't
started at all.
was the only II to start. He
was in sue a hurry that he bursted
through the barrier as soon as they
lined up In front of the webbing. He
probably thought he was to run in a
walk even in the Me Only takes. He
tossed his boy at the first turn, hoped
the infeld fence, went the full steeple-
chase course twice around, tagging the
jumps. and then he gamboled over the
high fence inclosing the ground and
took for the veldt. They got him about
three weeks later up round Troy or
somewhere near tho headwaters OF the
ing on acorns N wild berries and
slick as a circus Shetland.
But that didn't take all Of the curl
out OF my dream dope. I knew that
the black would have connected II he'd
got ava on a line with the others, and
1 knew. too. that IL the race had been
about 1873 miles. or the distance be-
tween Long Island and Albany, the
black would have Won by about three
days. So l just waited for another
dream.
ut came along, all right, one night. /
dreamed that I saw a bright mazarine |
blue horse spinning along the stretch. |
about forty lengths in front and laugh |
ing just At to kill. The blue horse was
30 much doubled up with the laughs
the track in the last sixteenth, but he
got home in front by as far as from
here to Bladensburg. When I came to
next morning l lay In bed quite a while
trying to interpret hat one. It didn't
look like a legitimate cold-aggregatinE
hunch to me. for who ever heard OF a
blue horse? I was on The point of
passing up that sIumber suggestion
when I picked up the paper at break
fast TO take a look at the entries for
that day.
True Blue and Blueaway were slat-
ed to go in the first race.
"'Oh 1 guess I'm the punk dream
ist, hey? said I to myself then, when
I saw those two names. n both OF
them swell horses.
But tho presence in the race of the two
OF them with tho blue twist to their names
me out on the limb. I was there with
the bank wad to play either of them, but
both of 'em being blue. 1 couldn't pick out
which one to go to. l wal hoping, on my
way to the track. that one OF them would
be scratched, leaving me only one choice
OF a blue horse to swing to with the hull
S5S. But when I got to the grounds the
Jockeys names were already up, and both
OF the blue ones were to go.
For a long time I leaned up against a
ring stanehion, wrestling with that ouble-
Urea m hl1nrh 7 0t1n1 NJ, p1,a H. ~,1a
the eyen-money favorlte. He figured to
walk in. I had dreamed of a bright blue
horse. and bright blue was True Blue. 1
had seen Blueway warm up, and he looked
seedy and over-raced to me. In his last
race he had trailed his field. The