The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1912-11-15


OF yours from sWampscott, Conn
and give me the name OF likely WIN
ner In the third race this afternoon !
want 10 firmly establish my friend
ship with Uncle Peter by handing him
a winner, first crack out OF the box
Are you next. Murf7"
81 cert'nly follow yo' all closely, all
the way around" Murf answered
Tell him TO lay a few dollars on
Eppy Grams In the third raoe-it
sholy looks like the money, suhl'
We strolled around a bit and pres
emily ran across Uncle Peter who
recognized Murf and greeted him ef'
fusively.
was introduced and underwent the
initiation with flying colors' Uncle
Peter played me for Hiram Dodd 10
tho limit even going so far as TO ten
me he knew several members OF the
Dodd family in Connecticut
Murf excused himself and BY easy
stages led my esteemed Uncle
around TO the horses. II was about
time for the third race and / men
toned Eppy Grams As being fancy
bit OF pipe.
Just about that time found myself
in front Of keys come-on camp, so
halted and began TO dig for some
dough.
How do you dol" heard Uncle
Peter exclaim as he got a fash OF
Ikey. You're the young pan / met
while l was with Mr. Lawrence, and
l promised to do some business with
you, didn't II"
Ikey spread out grin and an
swered, yes, SIR, Mr.. Grant"
What is the name Of your choice,
Mr.. Dodd?" Uncle Peter inquired
turning to me.
'Eppy Grams" answered;
friend of mine down Swampscott
way hear'n tell as how that colt ls
Eastern streak Of homemade
lightnin', so ! reckon I'm about due 10
peel off ten dollars and plant 1t whar
Eppy Grams can make 1t grow"
| read the lines for keys benent
and | certainly had him on the ropes.
The first sentence gave him an attack
OF cholera morbus and when Uncle
Peter asked for the odds it was all
Ikey could do to get back in time 70
answer.
Uncle Peter placed q hundred on
Eppy Grams at to 1 and after e1-
pressing a desire to see more OF me
he bade "Mr. Dodd" good-by ana
rolled of to watch the race.
key asked me where Bunch was
and then it suddenly occurred to me
that l hadn't kept the appointment.
hustled around to locate my COM
panion in the life saving business but
not sign of him anywhere until pres
emily, attracted by a crowd over near
the gate, l rubbered through and
pictured
In the center of the crowd stood the
sullen Bunch surrounded by six or
seven real Dago boot-doctors, all ges-
ticulating and giving my friendless
pal the double cross in Italian.
The biggest member and leader OF
the besieging party had worn his tom
sils down coaxing Bunch to fight II
out, but the latter stood there wild
eyed and silent.
Bunch realized that If it came to
blows the first crack would change
his complexion and he'd probably
get pinched as suspicious character,
so he had to stand there and let those
Guinea shoe-beaters shower verbal
spaghetti all over him.
1 knew that if 1 interfered logged
up in the Reub harness I'd only make
matters worse, but / was just going
to take a chance when track Cop
pushed through the crowd and in
quired for particulars.
"Onea beega slob!" the leading
man in the Dago troupe yelled; "he
makea de cheap shine; beega slob!"
mo gotta da Union card!" yelled
another native of Palermo,
Oh! oh! l could feel the loud laugh
on Bunch creeping to the surface.
Delighted with the ingenuity Of his
disguise he had danced into the arena
but no sooner did the regulars in the
boot-shining industry get a peep at
the luckless Bunch than they held
him up as a non@union man and
scab.
oh! oh!
"Onea beega slob! makea da pinch!
makea da pinch!" the Dagos yelled
in unison and it was up to Mr.. Cop
to get busy.
What dye mean by buttin' in
lere?" the Cop asked, but Bunch
lidnt dare open his mouth and, dis
play his assortment of phony Italian.
Get out of here, ye cheap skate"
he Cop yelled, grabbing Bunch by
he shoulder and pushing him over to
he gate. What dye mean by cut
in prices and tryin' to become a
9ierpint Morgan at the expense of
hese regular shines?"
The Dagos yelled with delight, and
ducked so as not to add to Bunch's
Misery by letting him get peep at
ne.
Now get out of here" commanded
he Cop as he gave Bunch a hard =,
ush through the gate, sand stay out,
e Guinea slob!"
The patent-leather poullde on the
inside screamed with joy as the inter-
oper went bouncing out Of their
den. Bunch turned angrily and was
bout to speak, but su ddenly changed
is mind and rushed off in the direc-
on of the hotel.
When got back to Ikey the race
1as over. Eppy CIR ans win and the
elighted Uncle Pet or cashed in amid
raat anpIouaa Pro- =. hI.aaoIe