Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-07-28

or o'clock in the morning at Considne S
glass house on 42d street In New York. but
If you ever do meet Burke don't happen
| to whisper anything about the horse Tam
many. For If you do make that break
you're going to bend your hearing APP
paratus to some Hibernian conversation
thatll make you sit up, but that won't do
your heart good.
Big blonde Charlie Ellison, the plunger,
who nowadays will send In as high as
$4,000 on the thing he thinks looks right,
but who in the old days used to play 'em
around the old ST. Louis alleys on the four
bits basis to a race, once stacked himself
up against sIow-musc. very E-f1at COM
bination ticket. This. too, after he was
going good, and was there with at least
the superstructure Of the immense bank
roll he has now scraped together.
Ellison was playing them in poolroom
in Helena, Mont, for a spell that summer,
and Helena poolrooms never were pikerish
dumps. One morning there were several
things on various racing cards that looked
pretty easy and gluey to Charles. Three
of them were to run at sheepehead Bay
that day-Thomas Cat, Knnikinnic and the
mighty Ornament-and at Louisville May
Hampstead, that tremendously fast mare,
was to contest the Louisville Oaks with a
fast crowd of her sex.
Frank Hoskins. the proprietor of the big
store poolroom of Helena. glanced over
Ellison's little list.
'I'll lay you 80 to l." he said to Ellison.
HOW nuCn aye want OF III
Guess III bet about two thousand men
on it," said Ellison.
Hoskins wasn't man to show surprise
at anything, and 1t didn't take him five
seconds to scratch Ellison his 100000 to
$1,000 ticket.
Thomas Cat. Kinnikinnic and the wonder
full Ornament all danced by on the black
board in beautiful rotation, and then some
thing happened that gave even the I'M
perturbable Hoskins a shock Most of
the real contenders were scratched out of
the Louisville Oaks because rain had made
the track a sea of mud. Only two were
left in it, May Hampstead and The Rush,
and naturally enough, May Hempstead' 8
price came in at l to S-which was what
made Hoskins look chagrined for minute
or so. Hoskins walked over to where Eli
son was standing in In, the room 1,,,,.on
"Uh-huh." replied Ellison, nonchalantly.
"I'll sell you the ticket for $61,OOO."
mice mare, then, this May Hampstead,
eh?" said Hoskins.
Bully" said Ellison. She's home now"
Hoskns walked away. and Just then
the operator began to call out the race.
The Rush in the lead. The Rush at the
Saf bv BY en I'VE The rse Ras at at
three-quarters by fifteen lengths. The Rush
in the stretch by fifteen lengths. The Rush
wins, eee-easy by fifteen lengths!
Not only had the great May Hampstead
been unable to untrack herself In the
dep going. but she's been unable to even
sprawl in the mud, so to speak, and she
was beaten from the first jump
The blow may have healed. to a certain
extent, but. still, even folks who know
Ellison quite well never venture to become
reminiscent about that nice little mare
May Hampstead when he's around.
Well, nearly all of the hard-luck stories
Of the running turf come under the gen.
eral head Of sporting life" But combna-
ton bets don't They fall under the dou-
ble-column head of "bugology."