The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-03-18
Lingo ' # Race Track
Olive Logan's Exper-
fence with Joe Ullman

enough, but 1 had to get him to eX-
plain them, Of course.
He was describing a famous 2-year-
old, a very small horse, that developed
wonderful speed and weight-carrying
ability.
why he said. that little scrap of a
thing was only as big as a guinea pig
or woodchuck or a Chihuahua dog,
but he could carry four members of the
Fat Mems club and a bale of hay in
each saddle bag and then put down five
furlOngs quicker than a spotlight could
reach from the gallery to the stage.
His explanation. OF course, modified
the velocity of the 2-year-old's per-
Torrance immensely, but from the way
! he first nut il that little horse surely
could go some. as the boys say.
1t didn't take me long. as matter
of fact. TO find out that the basis of the
racing patCis is a tremendous. but pic
ItureSquC method; of exa operation.
That fellow Mr. Ullman said TO me
abiding to a starter whose work he
didn't like, couldn't start a fire in q
/ hay NOV with nineteen boxes of
matches. Start race horses? He
couldn't start trolley cars.
He was speaking of a horse that he
| considered oveTTated.
That one beat Salvatore he ex-
claimed. derisively- Why. that plug
/ couldn't have beat a bass drum il be
was standing on top of it
| He was trying TO convey an idea of
/ how tired a field of horses were at the
! finish Of Il cup race at two miles and a
quarter.
They all had search warrants out
for holes in the fence he said. They
were leaning Ola each other in the
stretch like a layout of sOused students
I n dinner ElNp1-U a. 'pm
was hollering for seventeen hours OF
straight SlumbeT. They were only
crawling doing about half d knot a
week at the finish. They CROPPED along
| like a bunch of migrating tree tOads
YoI couldn't see 'em move. oh, they
.were tired. all right
7 Describing a famous cripple, DIT
Rice, that Won q great race on three
legs. as the stories go. Mr.. Ullman said
Why, that old skeleton, when Fred
Foster took him up and prepared him
hadn't enough meat on his bones tC
make stew of. Every one Of his
knees was the size of a barrel IF tar
and he'd been punch fired and olistercd
till his legs looked like half finished
things at the Eden Musee.
They'd been running him with the
hop juice. and when Fred got him he
was a coker ready for the Keeiey cure
y
noise like an old sign creaking in the
wind on a March day, and he was -
punk in the wind that when he breathec
you could hear him in HobokCn.
He looked like "A camel that hIJ
been hit on the WishbOne by Il simeon
and when SOU looked at him sou felt
like stalking him to a pan of chlor0for1
to put him out of his misery. But FREQ
made him look like new high silk liz
81.
the hCppy old bOneyaTd did to the res
of them in that Suburban of his
We'll. by the time l was ready tC
turn the compilation of racing stories
over to the publisher 1 knew something
labOut the new language. The worst q
it was. when | had finished my session;
with Mr.. Ullman l found myself using
those quaint racing terms invOluntarily
i'm the commerce of daily life, they were
so exquisitely pat to fit some occasions
and | used to catch my friends looking
at me 50 strangely when / did that