The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1907-10-02

tage allotted to the ladies. There they Were in
all of their bravery OF satns and silks and laces
and ribbons ilmy white musllnS over Silken pet
ticoats OF pink or blue, or cherry or yellow; para
soils and fans to match; picture hats and poke
bonnets aboom with flowers of every hue! pic
ture for the artist if only one mad been there
With their frs and their laces and embroideries
they were adorable
1t was not long before | placed the Claiborne
carriage with Lizbeth the high seat surrounded
by her admirers sitting there in the cool green
light, against the somber background of the trunk
OF great tree, with her pink frock and delicate
laces, and picture hat, and white sunsnade, what
study for a picture, if only the painter
The horses for the first having now made
their appearance in the paddock the excitement
began to rise to fever heat in the vast throng for
| was in that portion of the amphitheater occupied
chiefly by men, and near ME the ring where
the money changed hands. For this race was
only spectator, and had full opportunity to OBJ
serve with interest when the trial was on the
redfaced, excited men crowding down to the front
rail, standing upon their seats, shouting cheer
ing appealing to horse and rider by name to
come on; almost pulling them forward by mere
force of their will power to the finish. Then came
the reaction.
BY this time the grand stand was crowded The
usual good nature, characteristic of these people
stood the test we'll. Women had their my skirts
almost torn off of them Sleeves were literally
torn out of mems coats. feet We're trampled upon
hats were knocked off, but good natured apology
set everything right. | had ample time to OBJ
serve everything for oil in the Cam was not
down until the third race
Seeing my interest, there lack of friend
ly country men, and dusky negroes protesting TIC
be fresh from the stables, eager to put me to
horse
When the time came, made my way as best
| could through the crowd to the betting stand
Here was excitement! To my surprise, | found
Oil in the Can" entered for the great event OF
the day Coatless, hatless men, negroes. gentle
men with silk hats and kid gloves. farmers We're
all struggling in the mass of humanity to gain
the bookmaker's attention; thrusting their money
upon him. ives, tens. hundreds but not OF
them was taking chance on my horse
Whats the odds on Oil in the CAM" asked
flushing little, for this my first venture in
the betting line.
A derisive shout went up from the multitude
which seemed to influence the bookmaker. for he
smiled and answered..
Anything you like. One hundred dollars if
you say SOL"
| kissed McClusky's bill good bye fguratively
and passed it up. He handed me down ticket
marked fire hundred dollars saying, Might jest
we'll have made it five thousand" Take good
keer NV it, Don't lose it, shouted the crowd
IN take a few like that" said country man
standing by. at a bargain like that" and he
passed up five five dollar bills: his boarding taken
right out of bank.
"Plenty more at the price" shouted the
bookmaker greatly to the amusement of the
crowd. Some more We're disposed of before could
edge my way back to the grand stand, and no
ticed the Harrodstown crowd slipping around
from stand to stand buying up bargains on "Oi
in the Cam
When | reached point of vantage, the horses
We're already in the paddock, being rubbed down
by their grooms. There We're four of them. To
my inexperienced eyes there was no choice be
tween them. "Oi in the Can" | singled out by
the jockey wearing the Confederate colors. He
was bright sorrel. The others were bays
chestnuts.
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