The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-06-22

 MAKE LANDING ON VELVET
From the washington Post.

From the Washington Post.
 Did you ever go broke in a pool room and then come away from there with 65i metallic men, or legal tender in lieu thereof, making cracking noise in youl nankeens?"
 The regular who propounded this ques' tion to his group on the intrain from the track did not bear any visible marks of insanity. But his bunch gazed him over as if they had their own ideas about that
 Well that's what I did" said the regular, who had made the mistake oi starting off with a question. Went flat bllybedinged busted in a pool room, and then nudged out with 650 bucks, just as easy as making George Considine mad by telling him he's getting fat.
 "When the gee-gees pulled out of Ben- ming early in December six years ago and the gang that had some of the velvet left mooched along for New Orleans oi the coast. my buddy and l, after coming across for the hotel lodging and the eats, were just 15 bones strong, and no- body left in Washington to mace.
 Wed been hamstrung all through the Benning meeting, and our dope about the winter campaign down within hitting dis tance of Lake Pontchatrain and Bayou St. Louis looked like the ravelings of a bum bathrobe when the meeting closed Fifteen wouldn't take us anyWhere-noi even to New York-the way we wanted to get into New York-with the slaves and shines and the proper have-got look.
 "So we decided we'd have to take a wallop at the St. Asaph pool room on the next day. Two men with only 10 slugs between them are just as good as broke. That's the way we framed it. And yet things had been done in front of a big blackboard with 10.
 We got the San Francisco entries- they were running at Ingleside then-out of an evening paper and we sat up until ? o'clock in the morning doping out a couple of couldn't losers. The pair we landed on to gather at lnglesde were Faversham and Yemen. We took 'efn back through the charts to their first races, and when we picked 'em apart and put 'em together again we went to the hay on it that they'd be the ones.
 We got over to the Virginia pool room, five or six miles over the Potomac from Washington, in time to snag the house betting on our pair of pipes. Lew Bargen, the overseer of the big room, already had the California chalk up when we got there. He had rated Faversnam and Yemen both as 5 to 1 gums.
 Played a Combination.
 That stuff looked away out of line as to both of them-our figures made Yemen and Faversh am look like to stuff at the Dutchiest kind of a ca1cu lation. So we swirled through the early bunch to the combination counter and bought one of those pay or play combination tickets on Faversham and Yemen, both to cop, for SIP worth. The combination, with both of them at 5 to l. paid $420 to SIP, and the pink ticket was a nice thing to hold for a little while anyhow.
 "We went away back to the rear of the room and nibbled stogies and waited for Ingleside to sift it along that we could go to New Orleans or any other place we had in mind. We felt like people riding with coin, the only horse that gets over the last jump in steeplchase, when on the first jingle from Ingleside, Yemen was Morsed in as a to shot-and us sitting there with to l against her on our combination ticket.
 Presently we could toss our heads back and listen to the birdes again, for Yemen was flashed in as 3 to 5
 
 had right to feel that we had that No. 1 end of the two-ended trick sewed up in a canvas bag.
 We were swarming around the coun- ter, rubbering at the board, by that time, and when the Ingleside key began to click again we heard some funny .cussing from Lew Bargen, the blackboard boss Lew was handing 1t to himself for having been a couple of furlongs out of line on the Faversham thing, too, as he had been about Yemen.
 2. Mixed 1t Up In Barroom.
 'Faversham was clicking in as an even money shot in his race and us there-not to speak of lot of other moon shooters all over the roonl-with to i, the house chalk, on the trick nailed after the matinee joss. It looked pretty soft for the ticket then, and the fnatey and executed more of the kidney basting stuff with the open palms and prouetted around the room like a couple of hippi- drome girls picking up new steps.
 'That was all right and we had a license to feel gay and clippish. But there was a big sosh in the room, there, with the bun the size of a Second avenue platter of liverwurst, who took exception to our cutupishness, and began to josh us about it.
 My pal is some quick on the bowstring, and he took the kidding of the big gun to heart. He eased over to the kidder with the souse, and asked him where he got off to pitch around slams at people who were minding their own busi- ness.
 "The big one, who looked like Dunk horst, the human freight car, for size, took a swing at my mate. The swing missed, and the lummox got an uppercut on the point of the jaw that stretched him out like something being gravied up at barbecue Then George Northridge. the Virginia prizefghter who policed the room hopped in and stopped the mix The large pickle got to his feet fnuttering lot of things, but he didn't nudge back for some more of the jaw taps, although lie spent the rest of the afternoon telling people around the room what he would do to the pair of us if he ever caught us in Chicago, his home, where he said he was going that night
 This diversion took up the time be- tween first-price chalking and post time, and when we peeked at the board after the row we saw that Faversham, our ticket finisher, had been battered down to to 5. We felt sorry for the St. Asaph pool room folks then. It looked like a shame to zephyr along and do all like that to them, and showing hard outside, too.
 Away they got, and it was Faversham from the first cheep right down to the stretch when a snooper that we hadn't heard anything about up to that stage of it, a thing called Silver Bow, got call as being second, couple of lengths back of our ticket winder.
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