Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-03-30

You've noticed them coming back from the
track, maybe, and how different 1t is from
their going out.
The first train that leaves the track siding
when the races are over invariably carries
the largest cargo Of gloom, for that train
has as its passengers the hard-luckers who
have failed to cash on the final race Many
Of those who rush for this train have gone
broke long before the running Of the last
event. and have abandoned the track be-
fore the final race rather than suffer the
possible misery Of seeing their pick win
the tail-end contest without their having
any financial interest in tho result
By observing and listening unto the per-
sons on that first in-train. you'll observe
that the good losers are few and far be-
tween.
How die make QUIT" Ia the question most
frequently heard on the losers train. or
DO any good?" or Get anything?
The replies. generally. are Spanked for
my wad led. for the
butted into the first three" or They saw
me comm" or Same old story-frisked
for the works." or something equally melan-
choly.
Explanations Of how they happened to
lose are rife among those depressed ones
most Of whom seem to talk for the sake
Of getting away from solitary recapitula-
ton Of their woes at the track.
Me for the Stag dump" disgustedly NUT
ters seedy-looking chap. I'm all right.
but 1 won't do. You know that long shot
that win the third? Well. come down to
go to that one. Guy told me two weeks
ago to play 1t across the plank for me wad.
and the first time he faced the snapper.
Well, I seen that ones name among the en-
tries last night. and I digs up me sawbuck
and comes down today to take 1t. l keep
fCp hot to rff
along. Well, then see that it's Is to in
the betting, and that tagged me. Nix, I
says to myself. They wouldn't lay that
price If there was anything doing. and so
ing home all alone. And I knew all the
time 1t was a skinch. I know where I
stand. Prisoners base is my game long
shot stampedes me like bat-eared tom -cat
that's being plugged at with an airsun Inc
ponies have got me nerve, that's the way
it is
His companion doesn't look very SYM
pathetic over the recital, having griefs Of
his own.
You haven't got anything on me when
it comes to being lob on the DOPE he
says, gloomily. II win forty-fve on the first
race. and then l make hike to get away
from the track and grab a trolley. Got to
rubbering at the prices on the second race
on my way through the ring-and that'u
be about all-two Jumps please. and some
Roquefort cheese quick. Didn't get near
enough TO a caSnieT AFTER tldt 10 MT HIN
with base ball bat. and it's me to shoot
off the blue signal rockets for the supper
dough when land in town"
"Oh, no. sarcastically calculates a sal
low little man standing In the aisle,
they're not running for the books out
there or nothing. are they? Oh, no, the
boys riding out there are not practicing
with 20O-pound dumb bells SOS they can
they? Die see the boy in the fifth race
snatch the favorite right in front Of the
judges stand? Just took a-hold of the
favorite's head with his right fin and
yanked him around SOS he swerved within
four feet OF the wire. and at that the win
ner only stuck out his tongue and won
and those judges and stewards and other
dummies sitting there and looking at the
job like a bunch of paperwelghts. Wouldn't
it make you need med!cine?"
The "I-told- you-so" individual Is the re-
cpient of scant civity from the passen-
gers on the first train in.
Didn't l tell you when I seen bis name
last night that that two-year-old that win
would just waltz home?" asks chap who
looks like motOrman on his day OF of
another chap of the same general appear
ance.
''Aw you told nothin'," disgustedly re-
plies the latter. You're one Of these here
people that's always picking the good
things after they've got the ring around
'em and the red boards down and the
NUTS is back in the barn cooling out. It's
a wonder you wouldn't try to pass 1t out
tDdt you picked the winner OF next year 3
Brooklyn handicap 1 spose you picked
the hull six of 'em today hey. and that
that's the reason you are on this train? I
don't see that you're none lop-slded with
the coin that you frisked the bookies for.
You told me all about it, hey, yesterday
evenin'? Gwan."
The individual who-to hear him-has
come out to the track to make parlay on
his six selections with a twenty-dollar
note, only to be touted off the horses that
he has burned the midnight gas in doping
out and to see all of his selections walk
home after all, Is always in evidence on
that first intrain. He no sooner makes a
car and gets settled in seat than he be-
gins to figure with pencil on the back Of
his program.
well, what dye think O. this" he ex-
claims, dsmally, after about ten minutes of
that kind Of figuring. "If I'd ha' just
showed that twenty along a parlay on
the hull six that 1 picked out to play last
night I'd ha' COPIED out exactly nine hun
dred and fourteen thousand three hundred
and seventy-two dollars and a half!'
Jaw, can that stuff" the gang around
him growl, and he subsidies in his gloom.
It's all very depressing and sad, with the
wooze music on the muted E string-but if
you watch carefully you'll see them all
going out on the first train the very next
day. laughing and chirruping and filled to
the brim with wistful hope.