Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-09-29

of my host is always the banker. At the
last seance l slipped over to her a two
dollar note wherewith to purchase my little
stack of baby chips. My host S wife almost
| turned pale.
= Take 1t AWAY, pul-lease,' she moaned,
pointing to my two-dollar note on the table.
Take 1t out of the fiat at once or something
dreadful will happen
The lady looked actually frightened.
stuck the two-dollar thing back into my
pocket and bought my little array of chips
with a couple of acers but even that
wouldn't do. T had to go out into the
street and get rid Of the 81 by having it
changed.
Plenty OF racing people, including book
makers, develop individual superstitious
kinks with regard to money, but none of
them has spread like that all but universal
bug about the two-dollar bill.
There's a certain layer in the cheap
feld-he's a Jimmy. as we call the timid.
conservative layers who are afraid ever
to take chance-who will shut down for
the day without transactng a nickers
worth Of business If the first bill handed to
him when the betting begins is a yellow
boy.
According to the way he claims to have
doped it out by experience, every time his
| first bet offered has been in the shape of
| yellow boy he has been prodded out of all
| shape on that day by the lucky ones, and
his way Of tagging that kind of calamity
is to crowd down and out of his high chair
and wait for the next day. Already this
year he has lost about thirty days of
booking through this little kink of his.
Again, most layers, even in the cheap
field hate to take silver in the way of bet.
1t makes EN- feel sort O small to grip the
mitt around, say, four quarters that have
| been gouged out of a down-and-outer's
| pajamas to make up a dollar bet. But l
| know of a layer in the cheap field who
| swells all over with JOY when some gum
swings along and hands him whole painful
| of the white metal in the way of d one or
| two dollar bet.
"'Ch-huh, I guess I won't trim these
| pikers now is his way of grunting it when
| he gets the bunch of cheap metal. 1t s
the right omen to him He dates that
kink back to a day, some years ago, when
his book was tottering. with just enough
| in the box to pay IF on the first sprint If
| the book didn't get break The first man
| up when the prices opened on the first race
was smudge who wanted to make a
| two-dolar bet on the favorite and who had
| twenty dimes in his hand to make the bet
| with
The layer took the score of dimes with
| a grunt of disgust, but during the entire
| afternoon he had practically clean sheets
! The talent couldn't get within hailing
| distance of anything that won. and V r
| tually his entire afternoons haul-down
| was velvet. 1t set his book on its feet,
| and that's how he was started off with
| the silver kink.
| George Boles has the microbe that If
| his first bettor up at the beginning of a
| days play is digit bettor-one of the we'll
| known ones, that is who doesn't stick in
+, any COIN but runs his bets as markers
| he won't have d particle of luck on that
| day.
| Who, me? Betting bugs? Superstitions
about the form the money comes in? Who,
| me? Not any. l wouldn't care If they
| brought 1t to me in the form Of Javanese
| leather money-if the same was redeemable
| in American kale All l want 'em to do
| is to fetch me enough of it. And I'll keep
my little percentage Of It, Don't YOU get
! gurgly about the little bright-eyed persons
! on the high chairs in the main ring. THEY'LL
| get theirs all along, superstition or no
| superstition. If only enough of the old dun
! Is shoveled at them