The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-05-03
where Lucky was waiting for him at the
Told Tout to Hold the Ticket.

where Lucky was waiting for him at the bar
 Told Tout to Hold the Ticket. You hold the ticket, if you please, young man., said Lucky to Spinner when the tout offered to pass him the ticket. I never have any luck holding tickets myself
 Then Lucky passed with the tout onto the lawn to witness the race. The horses were on their way to the post All of the friends of Lucky marveled to see him walking around the lawn and conversing chummily with one of the best known touts around the Chicago tracks. Emperor of Norfolk got away from the post on his toes, and when he came down to the wire all alone at the finish he was merely lolling in his boys lap.
 '' Awful poor ain't l, gram pa! gloat- ed Spinner. 'Puttrid, ain't l? Didn't know a ting about Luckys ace in tn cistern, did l, or nothn'? Wait'll l go get tn lzale on this ticket-met me at the bar, and the tout dashed for the ring.
 Lucky wandered up the lawn and over to the bar, picking up excited friends as he walked. By the time Spinner got the ticket cashed and reached the bar there was something doing in the bar inclosure. About 40 of Luckys friends had formed a cordon around the old man and they were dancing an Injun ring-around-rosy around him. The magnums were stacked up on the bar three deep, and the con- tents of the magnums were for anybody that swung along with d thirst.
 "Whats the matter with old man Lucky? He's all right,' the bunch of dancers around Baldwin were bowling at 10-second intervals.
 Spinner, returning, saw this stuff and halted. He stood at the entrance to the bar for a minute or so, trying to grasp the meaning of the scene, and then the big white light splattered all over him.
 "'Guv'nor,' he said, hoarsely, trying to slip the $1100 to Lucky after the cordon had broken up and the jubilant ones were drinking I feel bum enough. Don't make it any worse. Don't put nobody hep to it, that's all I ain't aslsin' fir a ting Guvnor. exceptin, please don't put tn gang hep That 'ud be worse'n rulin' me off-Fd never git tn last of tn kid dn.'
 Gave Winnings to Tipster.
 Lucky smiled. He always was a mag unanimous old fellow, and he never was known to intentionally hurt even stable boys feelings.
 Tn your jeans with the little roll, son. he whispered to Spinner. I've had my fun out of it. l win about ninety thou- sand to the race if my boys got the money down right and so it's all right. Your conversation saved me from being heap nervous before the race and 20 you're welcome to your bit
 "Old Green Morris had little session once with tout that amused him lot When Morris brought that shifty trick of his. Cunard to the New York races he started him first in one of the big 2-year- old events at Morris Park-the. National Stallion stakes l think it was. Cunard had shown the old gentleman some things and Morris was sure he had the winner, particularly as the track was deep that day and Cunard reveled in the holding going.
 "Od Green, who had been one of the big men of the turf game almost since the Black Hawk war. was mooching around the Morris Park lawn half an hour or so before the big race, when the talk of a nearby tout caught his ear.
 "The tout had q bunch of marks around him, and he was easing it into them how he had the for-sure winner of the big 2- year-old race salted away under his hat. He proceeded to slow them by eliminat-