Los Angeles herald., 1907-01-27
JOE BATES FOOLS THE
ST. LOUIS BOOKMAKERS

ing. It was showing again, coming
down in binding whirls.
Sweet racing weather." I comment
ed savagely.
Louisville groaned sleepily. We
dressed cur9ing the snow and dear old
missouri in no pleasant spirit. When
we got to the track our negro gave us
some news. The colt had died during
the night. Benediction had begun to
cough q hemorrhage had occurred, and
before Nose could get a vet 1t was
all off.
IL Knocked us out, because the colt,
When well, had It on q lot of good
platers So there we were with old
Joe Bates as our total asset. He was
in the third race. There were eight
starters, this being all that could go
under the track rules. Eight was
enough to send around those sharp
turns
In the paddock before the race | felt
as nifty as gray wrath huddled on
the Plutonian shore. 1t was impossible
to see moro than three feet in the
snow that kept on falling, but they
raced just the same. Denny, in our
colors. came into Joes stall as the
sadding bell rang.
Louisville pinned him into a corner
and began speaking i'm a whisper. The
kid grinned knowingly. Louisville
looked excited
You do it and there's fifty in it for
you" he said.
Fix Up Scheme to Win
Then he Informed me of little
scheme which he had figured out. He
had a man lined up" to bet fifty on
Joe Bates In the poolroom downtown
We would get down the few dollars
which 1 had left and wait for results
Can he do it?" 1 queried
Louisville nodded. He'd murder us
both for fifty" said he jubilantly,
and Joe's 20 to 1 in there. Say, pard,
Wen get out of here with bells on yeti"
They went to the post. Most of the
spectators kept inside the glass in
closed portion of the grand stand. We
turned up our coat collars and tramped
through the wet snow to the judges
stand. They started in front of it.
The old recall system was in use at
this time, for which 1 gave secret
thanks. Joe Bates went past u.s. hard
ly discernfble had we not been familiar
with his appearance. One horse looked
like another in the storm.
There was trouble at the post Dem
ny, on Joe, made it. The rest began
turning around. jumping under the as
s1stant starters whip as it snapped
around them.
First Break Is False One
There they go!" yelled some one.
Joe Bates shot out ahead. But it was
false break and the field slowly can
tered back, all but one. Joe Bates was
| stealing around the course, hidden by
the snow and we knew it.
The starter was too eager to send
them away and get back to drink to
count noses.
GO on!" he shouted.
We didn't watch the race, because
we couldn't have done so had we de-
sired to. Nothing could be seen of it.
| Here he comes now! Look at old
| Joe!' beloved Louisville.
| From out of the storm came vision
| of red. and black, our colors, atop OF
Joe Bates. HE wins by block!
Walks in' said Louisville loudly. Then
he caught my arm, laughing violently
Who's the fixin' kid of this outfit p
he asked. We'll get away with it, toe
see If we don't"
Completely Fools Judges
Denny had waited at the head of tn,
stretch until he heard the poundin,
hoofs and the yells of the riders H,
touched ice lightly with his whip
leaned over his neck and as the fielt
neared him, shot forward.
/ The judges didn't even question it
while the other Jockeys simply mar
veled at Denny's luck in getting past
them on the outside. They had hugged
| the rail- where the going was better.
| We cashed our bets. thinking this
winter game over" remarked Louis
Vile, shaking the snow from his coat,
there's times when it's a pretty fair
| sort of game"