Evening star., 1907-06-30

but he's still about 100 pounds heavier
than he's going to be when I send him to
the post, and I'm not taking all OF that
meat off a good horse and screw1ng MIN up
for a drive like the Brooklyn inside OF
thirty days. I'm going to save him for the
Suburban. He'll have a swell chance at
his entered weight in that
"'Oh, you're going to save him for the
Suburban, are YOU? the young fellow said
to me, all rolled up. 1t seems to me l re-
member that l turned that horse over to
you especially to have you prepare him
for the Brooklyn, didn't II
"'Send and have him taken out of my
barn this afternoon said to him then a
bit lumpy under the ruff myself, ana l
walked away.
"A trainer who undertook to prepare the
horse for the Brooklyn took him from my
shed that afternoon, and he we..t to work
on the good one like the trainer of 81
horse looking for getaway money during
the last week at New Orleans. BY some
miracle the cracked hoof held together all
right while the horses 100 and odd pounds
of superfuous blubber were got off Of him.
Like any horse of the gross sort that 8
prepared SO suddenly, the good one went
to the post for the Brooklyn all dry and
tucked up and as proppy as farm buggy
horse during the summer boarder season,
and every horse in the big race tossed
clods in that ones face from the beginning
of the race to the finish. Not only that, but
his bad hoof spread again along toward the
lame.
Half an hour after the finish of the
Brooklyn the horse was led over to my
barn again by black boy and the wealthy
young owner followed along h1mser Wlthln
a few minutes.
Say, you're one of these Internally
chesty and independent horse people, he
said to me, but l guess I'll have to take
you as l find you and get you to work for
me again, at that. You take this horse
again and do what you can with and for
him. You know what he's entered for. II
you can get him ready for any of those
dates, start him. If you can't all right
But I'm through butting in, whatever you
do with him. and he walked away.
Il couldn't get the horse ready for the
Suburban. of course, but inside of two
months l had him as ripe as a persimmon
after the first white frost. l had to let
him fill up while l treated that bad hoof,
and then / gradually got him down again
from his grossness. In the meantime the
whole turf world had it that he was just a
good old counterfeit Grip undergoing the
patching-up process on the desperate chance
that he might fuke into something. 1 won
three of the richest of the fall stakes with
him. and it's always going to be a question
in my mind whether l couldn't have nailed
the Suburban with him if l had been let
alone.
This isn't by way of tanning the nose
gays in my direction, mind you. I'm only
trying to make 1t clear that few men can
be proficient at two trades. I'd sure make
hash of it as journeyman millionaire,
whereas | know three miliionareS out of
all of them who own racing stables who are
even fairish horsen1en.
And the unreasonableness of some of
these big wad owners works both ways.
Six years ago l was training half dozen
two-year-olds for rich owner who'd just
broken into the game a year or so before.
Two of these colts were spinners right; one
of them a quick thing to find his feet and
put the sprinting distances behind him,
and the other one a logger, slower-movng
proposition, that nevertheless tucked in the
final quarter of his race just little bit
faster than he put down the first one.