The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-06-30
WINNERS, SAD LOSERS
ONE UNIVERSAL RULE AT TIE
RACETRACKS.

There's q heap Of this up-Etage fun
handed around about good losers and hard
losers said a detective who has done
duty at the Long Island tracks for many
years. they'll paint you ~trim-and-trig
word pictures OF fellows yawning and
stretching their arms and then grinning
good naturedly just after frisking them
NaIvNA NJ a $40 900 bet on the thing beaten
a tooth on the tape, and all like that; but
that's all scenery, take It from me.
They're all hard losers, only some Of
them show it more than others. It's as
natural for the average man TO hate to
drop his coin as IL is 70 hate TO lose a fight
or 10 be shown up as a gutter.
But there are bitter hard loserA, who,
instead of getting openly sore and working
on their Crouch right there on the lawn.
keep 1t all In their systems for the sake
Of preserving what they imagine 10 be the
proper poise among their mates. These
arc the boys who get themselves talked
about as the cheerful g~rinners when they
drop the big chunks.
BID, all the same. they're tho ones that
wind up with locomotor ataxia or some
thing like that. They keep all Of the muir
der hollering inside OF them. and that kind
Of stuff is a heap better outside Of the human
frame than inside Of it. The Crouch mi
eTobe works in armies Of about nine billion
TO the square inch, and the boy who out
OF q punk sort Of pride keeps those things
In his system instead Of just bawling them
out when they come his way. is the one who
winds up with a waxy face and a short,
significant cough after a few years.
sAn men like to win, too. Tit amount
doesn't matter. The other afternoon l
stood alongside a man on the lawn who
In the joy Of pulling down a bet pushed
out sounds that were absolutely unin-
teligible.
The platter that he had fallen to took
the track at the pressing Of the starters
bulb and was never headed, swinging
home all by himself. The man had been
standing on the lawn. quiet enough. but
when the webbing few up and be saw the
colors he was peering for fash Immediately
to the front, the hubble-bubble stuff just
came out OF him in blobs.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENT he bawled, Rnd
IL sounded like a Lascar sailor running
amuck on the San Francisco water front.
'Guroo-blub-whee! Come on ~home-blug-
blif-wow-eel Bring it TO me-whee-
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Oh, you
hoes-blub-gw ia -ollabub-climb along now
Il wanna see you home, hoss-woggle-sy-
wow-ee-whifeey chubby bling -bing-oh,
you hoss-yee-ow. yee-ow, yee-ow! n
be wound that chant up with a paw when
his plug crossed the finishing line that must
nave been heard rel at Brighton Beach.
The chaps lamps were blazing with
happiness, his hands were travelling in &C.
centric circles. and in general, in that big
minute for him. he looked like a Yaqui
Indian :hat had pea the rest Of the tribe
in a fifteen mile run for the pulque gourd.
i suppose that boy tears of two or three
thousand on the thing ,ayhioh entities him
to the gloat stuff. said yto myself. watch
ing him, and out of curiosity l managed
to be near him when he cashed in.
His bet had been a dollar note. He
had got the ace on at 8 to /. And yet he'd
got what looked like at least a million dol
lars worth Of fun out of that gamble.
Il get q lot of fun in watching the bug
who pretends to run himself down for a fat
headed mutt when his pick catches the
judges eye first. A couple of days ago
stood in the neighborhood of one Of this
kind after the numbers went up giving the
result of the first race. He turned TO the
group of fellows standing alongside OF him
and began to converse ABOUT himself some
thing scandalous.
s7oh, no. he told 'em. I wasn't there
with the get the spinach hunch or nothing on
that one, was II No-o-o! / didn't know a
thing about the way he'd been blistering
the track around these parts lately, did !?
No-o-ol I'm sound asleep all day and
aight eight days in the week. guess
s'And / didn't tell you fellers. away last
night, did l, that this thing d trudge home
Ali by himself, with the kid on him DIRE lming
vi lollipops and jujube paste, no, l didn't.
And / didn't beg you pin lids to 60 to it with
what you could get on the brass pipe and
uickel trimmings in the bathrooml
sNo, l didn't, because I'm a fz-gigger,
amt II I'm not hep or nothing nox l
in the merchandise about the right minute
TO go to a horse?
sSYe-eh, l guess I've got the housemaid's
knee and the bubonio plague when 1t comes
to the short dope on these long priced babe
skerinos, ye-eh|
That's the way he went on praising him
self by means of personally conducted
knocks, ami the group OF pals to whom he
really had slipped the good thing unavall-
ingly looked slinky n sheepish over il, and
they hung around him for another OF his
bunch knows on the next race.
sHe had that one on tap, too, and he gave
IL TO them. They went to it.
THAT one ran like a Lower California sea
IuIJlG Oul IOI lilo IA VI NAu Au ltllul
Bay, with a thousand years or 50 to do il in.
Then the dead wise self knockers frienus
fell away from him as II he'd just announced
10 them that he was suffering from malig-
nant diphtheria, and he didn't talk eoan-
dalous about himself for the balance OF that
afternoon. There was no need for him to.
His pals thought badly enough Of him as it
was.
sThe nut who is always roofing against
himself 10 another thai helps me 70 pass
away the long afternoons. He's a Show Me
from way behind the last range Of Ozarks.
He wants TO have the long peek at Exhibit A
and the attached drawings.
Hey, VIII at die 60 tor n Of this
pessimist's friends asks him just as the
horses get 20 the post.
s'oh, l took a fall out o. Pork Chop
replies the charter member OF the Show
Me Society. But he hasn't got a chance
on earth
Show Mes friend, looking puzzled over Il.
Wen. II he hasn't got E chance whad'je
play him for2'
s'oh, well. a feller's got to fall for some
thing-got 70 get a bet down nays the
man who homes against his own picks,
I kind o. thought this one might sort o.
accidentally nudge by. But / hadn't seen
him warm up when I had that think. I
Just looked him over OF his way TO the
post and he looks like a hunk o. SwiOs-
weighs about 900 pounds raore'n he ought
TO and be isn't within four years OF a race
anybody ought TO be able 20 pipe that
sfOh, we'll, maybe Pork Chop'n enag q
pieoe OF Il, anyhow says the Show Mes
companion, Say, ] took u wailep al that
one myself. There they goP as the barrier