The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-07-21
WE'RE WELCHERS BY MISTAKE
MEN WHO GOT THE BRAND IN
QUEER FASHION.
One Plunger on q foot Woke Up I'm chicago
After Heavy LOsses-A Commissioners
who BET without Authority The
Newark Man and the Tripiets.

Arter Heavy L0sSes-A commissioners
Who bet without Authority The
Newark Man and the Tripiets.
Betting commissioners who are lik ely
TO turn out to bebad actors are occasionally
nabbed at IL before they get into the books
at ALL said a big ring bookmaker. That
is. they're caught in the act of taking a
welohing chance.
There was a case of that kind at the
last Jamaica meeting. An outside man
or runner for one Of the large emporium
books got into the good graoes Of a Wall
Street man who max es bumpo bets when
he thinks he's got a screened ace The
outside man got himself appointed betting
commissioner for the broker.
For several months the new commits
sioner gave perfect satisfaction. He was a
good price skinner. knew how TO get In right
on the rise of the chalk and had most Of
us peeking around for his principals money,
although IL wasn't soft coin by a whole lot,
for the best we figure on with this educated
kale got dow by the private betting COM
missioners Ia a small percentage break
at the windup of the season.
The Wall Street mans business wouldn't
permit Of his making the tracks himself
more than about once a week, generally
on Saturdays. but the new commissioner
on his staff called at his Office every forenoon
for Instructions
"One day, toward the finish OF the Jamaica
season. the Wall Street mans proxy bettor
went down the line on the whole six and
leaned five or six OF us from canape to
crackers. He was right as to the entire
menu. and M got into the group Of us for
sums ranging from 81 goo TO 81 500 apiece
900 was the Junk he tore out Of me
His days work had Melted him between
81, 1000 and 5000.
Half an hour before the racing began
on the next day. which was n Thursday. l
caught sight Of the Wall Street man strolling
about the ring his commissioner hadn't
turned up yet, Presently the broker
passed by my stool.
-'Dull market to-day he said to me,
and so I thought I'd drop down. How's
the card?'
Meat enough card l told him, but I
hope you won't shoot ~buttonholee in il
like you did the bill Of fare yesterday
all six Of 'em. Shall I slip You the piece
Of change you got into me for. or wait for
your man to come and get itH
THE broker looked puzzled.
Say that again. will your he remarked,
who shot b~uttonholes In what7 What
piece of changer
IL told him how his betting nan had
cleaned up on the whole six the day before.
The broker bit his mustache and looked
a-plenty annoyed.
LUCKY I dropped down to-day he said.
I wasn't playing the horses at all yesterday.
I didn't have the time to take 80 much as a
peek at the entries yesterday morning,
and when my betting man called at my
Office l told him I'd let them run loose.
So my man was handling you the digit
bets on his own account. You dom owe
me anything. nor my betting mar either.
unless you take his finger bets without
considering me responsible. and I don't
believe you do that. The only account he
has with you is my account. isn't it,
Il gave him the yes TO that, and called
over TO my stool the other layers who had
been drubbed by the commissioner on the
previous day on the Wall Street mans
account.
"'You can rub that stun from your
Sheets the broker told us all in a bunch
then. L don't stand TO win when I DOM
stand to lose which was a decent and
neighborly way Of looking at II. That
man is no longer acting for me. and I wish
you'd pass the word around the ring that
I've canned him
"A few minutes later the betting COM
missioner. who hadn't yet met up with his
principal and didn't know he was on the
grounds. came around to my stool to do
his collecting.
Gimme, but it's a shame to take it.
he breezed, but his jaw like to've fallen
to the ground when l gave him the head
shake and told him that I had nothing for
| b,,n and that tho nthara Ind panCalla1
his wins too. told him what his boss
had said.
How often. since you've been with
him. have you played EN- on your own
/ account with us?' I asked him. not expect
ing to get any reply to that.
"'Oh. not more than thirty or forty
times, most Of 'em winning times he came
right back, pretty brazen about it. and he
flashed his private roll on me and IL looked
like a pound glass jar OF plug cut. I'm
as simple as Mister Fox. hey2'
THAT fellow was about $i2. 900 to the
good through his own plays on bis prin-
cipal's account. II his own plays hadn't
broke right il would have been him for a
vault over the fence. As IL was. he could
take his canning with a blithe spirit. He's
been playing them with his own roll ever
since. and winning, but he's in bad, all the
Hill ne II 20 DIOhC wi vi W
and he'll never be able to get another job
in the ring, much less q billet as private
betting commissioner for anybody-the
ringsters II see to that end OF 1t.
AS a matter Of fact, though, any sort o.
a WEIGH, either on the part OF players o.
layers, is a mighty rare thing on this sio-
Of the water. There hasn't been a case of a
bookmaker in the main rings Of the New
York tracks welching in a good many years,
although several OF the cheap field chalkers
have done the fence getaway when they've
had unsquarable sheets during the past
ten years or 80. The few cases OF welching
that get talked about on the New York
tracks are on the part Of the digit players
who get in over their heads. OF course, IL
often happens that some plnnging book
maker will fall into the trough in trying to
whang his fellow layers for the bulky change,
but il is a rare thing for such nen to get
themselves posted as welchers, When they
find they can't make good they have only
TO ask for time and the time is invariably
granted by the chalkers who hold their
J markers, for you can't squeeze blood out
of a pressed brick and In nearly every case
the in bad layer who is given the time comes