Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-12-06
H. s. oMoHUNDRo.

bet the French Jockey Club held meet
ing behind closed doors and decided 10
exclude me from IIongchamps TOT rear
that I'd break up French racing II al
lowed to go on operating.
"Well, exclusion from Lonscnamps
means being shut out of all the French
tracks, and so there was nothing Tor me
to do but to move on to the next racing
country. Poor little Belgium Such
mixers the Belgians, / took hundred
and twenty millions of francs away from
them my first afternoon there, ana, non
est, they curled uo on me-actua!y
warned. me from the course. Nothlng ior
it. then. except for me TO go 10 austria
where 7 hoped to get a little real play.
Well, they permitted me to operate there
for a week but after I'd won the stlnsy
little matter of eight hundred millions OF
DEMONSTRATING the tall yellow winners
by the shut-the-eyes system me sreen
chipmunk had given me-the Austrian par
lament passed a resolution exliing me
from the country, and l was conducted
to the frontier by a regiment OF soidiers.
Russia next then. / reached MOSCOW
In time for the Moscow Derby, and when
I offered to bet a million rubles on the
horse ridden by an American jockey IN
that race, why, they-but l hate to taik
about it. Really, they accused me OF
being crazy. Now do i look or act or
talk like crazy MANI
AN aIienist's rates are 200 metallic men
per diem" l told him, land you cant eX-
pect me to take the stand as nut ex-
pert without you show me somethlns'
can you? a.,
onlv allowed to bet half billion rubies
on the horse ridden by the American
jockey-that horses name was the one
I'd seen in the tall yellow letters, ysee
and when that nag won In breeze,
WHY 7 thought they were going to mon
me, they were so mad The bookies were
so sore that they Immediately got drunk
on vodka after I'd taken all or their
money. and Russian bookmakers drunk
on vodka are sure ugly customers. %
went away from there.
"High time" I had to nudge in there
But why didn't you tarry long enough
to play a game of fan-tan with the car
You might have cleaned him. TOO.
.I came back here for the winter meet
ing at New Orleans he went on, but
that was foolish. l only won such supper
money as eight million dollars one day.
and Bud Renaud and Louis Celia and Ed
Corrigan got together and ruled me or
the New Orleans tracks on the ground
that I was a menace to the turf. my sys-
tenn was so unfailng. OF course dldn
tell them what my system was, but they
knew l must have one.
Broke Coast Bookies.
so I went from New Orleans to try
the California tracks, but it wasn't any
San Francisco layers in one race, and or
course then there was nobody to get bets
down with, and this attracted the atten-
ton of Tom Williams. the turf boss out
there and he dug me up and told me he
was sorry, but that the fourteen millions
I'd won on that one race was more than
the layers could afford. and he wished.
he said, that d act nice ana ied'e 'hele c.
So l did.
"Just reached Melbourne, Australia, in
time for the Melbourne cup. With my
eyes shut / saw the winner of the Mel
bourne cup in the tall yellow letters
fourteen feet high on my way down there
on the steamer, and I didn't care to at
tract attention by playing anything else
on that day. Played only the cup race.
The take-down was ridiculously teeny.
hut I enioyed the spectacle. My winnings
on the cup were two hundred and thirty
millions sterling, and the Australian lay
ers were very angry, calling me- Yankee
and such like But loaned them each a
hundred thousand guineas for supper
money and they felt better about It,
tight now and ask the green chipmunk's
permission to hand my system over to
YOU. Wait a minute and I'll let YOU
know"
Just then George Consdine. the genial
boss of the Metropole. strolled in. He
the man who was letting me in on the
big figures Then he approached my
How are you, Danny he said to my
yis-a-vis with the system. Getting
yours? Say. there's a bookie over at the
Knickerbocker bar right now who just
flashed a wad of eight hundred billion
dollars. Why haven't you got that by
this timer?
"B'iee. is that so?' inquired my big