Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-24
FORMER TOUT TELLS OF
HIS REMARKABLE LUCK

maiden Of Jennings. piece of animated
glue called Sailors Delight. I'd heard
( about that one, but wanted to look 1t ovel
into the paddock from his barn presently
but he didn't make much Of hit witt
| me. / decided to stay OF.
| But as / wheeled to go out of the pad
dock noticed standing behind me, Dig
! youngish. smooth-faced man, with frocA
| coat and a white vest and a whole lot OF
shirt, and a big mop of hair underneath
| his wide-brimmed black SLOUGH hat.
| "'Have you a pencil, sir? he asked me
as l passed by him. I want to jot the jock
| eys names on my program and I've lost
i my pencil
| to the man with the western makeup, as
| / handed him my pencil. Ought to be In
| the Japanese cavalry In Manchuria, hadn't
| theyT
- hope they're not as bad as all that.
smilingly replied the big, slouch-hatted
| man. Not much of class proposition, this
race, but there's a Texas trainer here In
| who tells me that this horse Mountain
Breeze has more than q chance to win.
And don't see why not. either, in crowd
of bad maidens She's a Charaxus FLY,
and the rest of them are pretty cold bred.
Just then Adler, the clerk of the weigh
ing-in business. edged along and addressed
the man l was talking to as senator /
thought maybe he was kidding, and so I
dSkeu Teu MllleT, tUe wiz was
standing near, who the big man with the
wide lid was.
You New York lobs don't know any
thing or anybody away from little old
That's Senator Joe Bailey of Texas. He
knows a hawss, too, when he sees one.
He's got a stable of trotters of his own:
"Oh, that was about enough. I'd been
doing pretty good with the picks Of the
toffs with the household-word names. But
l didn't go very strong to the Mountain
Breeze thing because it was a flock of
maidens-only $40 each way at go, 20 and 10.
Breeze as far as from here to Tonopah and
back. Oh. 1 suppose that Capitol dope
wasn't running my way or anything!
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But wait a minute A day or two after
that was sitting up in the grand stand,
twddling my thumbs. I was going to let
'em run for Hogan in that race. That
piece of frontage de brie, City Bank, be-
longing to Madden, was the horrible favor
lite, with 1 to slapped up on the states
against his chance, and the next thing to
him 1 to for the place. There were two
or three of them at even money or to 1
on the limb, but that was too hard guess
ing. I'd watch it, said to myself.
Il was sitting right behind one of the
boxes. An elderly man, with big spread
eagle white mustache, in one of the boxes
lease, judging from the way they all tried
to catch his eye to get bow from him as
they passed the box. Good afternoon, sem
ator,' was the way they all chopped 1t of
for him they swung by, and they looked
tickled and fushy when the elderly man
with the white mustache passed them the
cordial hand salute. 1 crossed over to
Smithy, the big chap in charge of the front
of the grand stand.
Say, they've got that senator thing
pretty pat around this town. haven't they
said 1 to Smith, Is everybody out here
senator?'
"'Who are you mentioning now-the
groomy old party in the STALL? said Smith,
nodding in the direction of the box. Say,
lemme tell you something, DO. Tim Sulll-
van isn't the only duck under the dome of
the Washington Capitol, as you piking Moo
Yawk gee-gee followers seem to imagine
1 thought everybody knew the looks of Sen
ator Joe Blackburn of Kentucky
Some crushed by Smith, l went back and
took my seat right back of Senator Joe
Blackburn's box. l hadn't got planted be-
fore Ed Wheeler, the owner of gummy
filly named May Holiday, that was to run
in the race l was staying off Of, clomped
up the stairs into the stand and then, pip
ing the Kentucky senator in the box, made
for him.
wheeler looked some excited, at that.
He got into the box with Senator Blackburn
and said something to him that l couldn
hear. r,
.'What? Impossibler l heard the sena-
tor say to Wheeler. You don't mean to
say that she has chance to beat Madden's
horse, City Bank?
wheeler looked around cautiously and
joggled his head affirmatvely.
'Madden's in wrong, for once, about the
class of that City Bank dog of his l heard
Wheeler say in low tone to Senator Black
burn then. My mares. filter this minute
than anything in the race, and she worked
the distance yesterday in nothing
Say, send me a commissioner, Ed, as
you go down. 1 heard the senator from
Kentucky say then, as l was hiking down
the stairs.
II honestly didn't think that such a piece
of Rouuefort as May Holiday had chance
to look City Bank in the eye unless they
were going in opposite directions, but
couldn't see how or why Ed Wheeler was
going to tell a man like Senator Joe Black
burn of Kentucky that he had chance
with his mare if he didn't know something.
They'd already gnawed May Holiday
from 30 to 80 to when reached the ring,
and / had trouble in getting ten different
tenspots down at that figure before Jack
Adler gave his They're OFF, bawl Nice,
cute race. that, you remember? City Bank,
the l to thing, not in the kale. and May
Holiday breezng out in front all the way,
and pulled to the shape of pretzel at the
finish. five lengths to the good.
"Ye-eh-bad meeting for me, that. VARY
And a man never knows what fun it is to
be touted. and touted right. until he's done
a whole lot of punk informal ton dispensing
himself.