The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1921-04-14
Spud Met Clone
By CLARENCE L. CULLEN
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nudged into New York from the win
ter race meeting at New Orleans, he
wore a certain sooty and cindery ap-
pearance that didn't seem to denote
a ride on the vanished cars.
Does a job a the gasworks. back
in this dump, look good to meY' he
observed gloomily, replying to nobody's
question.
docs it? Ask Smudge shaugnessy
If he ever had a ven for a beef stew!
Southern race tracks, Ell? Say, I'd
rather be a moldy a in a Coney Is
land hot-corn boiler than a. red barn
full of feed and hay down there in
the cockroach Dixie belt, and let that
60 with the main bet.
"There's no getting away from the
ring Pinks down there.
"The first day out down there I
slanted a thing that looked like beam
p~orridge-hot to me. I took him by the
left fin as he mooned around the ring
marking a program and trying to look
wise.
"'Sh-shr says I as I tried to lead
him under n Of the stafrways.
'Sh-sh! I would fain uncurl one gold
en- word or two unto YOU
"'Hey? What's that? he bawled like
a fish-peddler yelling shad on a side
street and trying to shake of the
clutch I had on him.
"sNot SO voicy, major said ], hang
ing on to him.
"sHey, ~look-a-here, what's all this?'
he shouted, not with any effort, get me,
but just talking in his natural voice.
What dye want?'
"a'Sh-sh! Try whispering, general
says Ito him, lamping around to see
IL any Of the ring Ptnks were on the
job. AN that l desire to do is to send
you away from here lopsided with cur
rency.'.
'For about half a minute he studied
me with that harvest-moon wick.
'"'What do you want to do that for?'
he shouted. What is it to you whether
I win or noty
THE soft pedal and low bridge,
please, judge I begged the smudge.
els 1t a horseY he yelled at me.
That loud stuff is great in a knock
about turn. but here it's liable to crab
q perfectly good sketch. Now, will
you gamble that hundred on one that's
q Rocky Ford wrapped in td~ssue-paper
and tinfoil and served in a Tiffany
dishY'
us It ONE horse that's going to
u in this first race that you want me
to playY he howled.
Say, general, won't you try to i'm
agine that you're. at a wake, and pull
the muffling snares down on that drum
Of yours?'
Yes, it's n in the first race.
Its 10 to l now, and it'll street
home like a cat that's been chucked
into a creek with a stone around its
neck
Well, the mark yelped then like a
barker with a do%uble-horn megaphone
on q rubberneck wagon: How do you
know that this horse will win, hey7'
"Just then the ring Pink that I'd
piped the minute before breezed up
behind me with the stiff forednger for
the middle Of my kidneys.
"None o. that buzz stun here,
Bright Eyes says he to me, or oyer
the fence for you,' and then I had to
smear away from there and join the
elboWers in the main aisle.
Two days later I snagged, coming
down from the grand stand, where he'd
salted his wife, one that looked to me
like p full basket of quarts.
"tGuv',' says /, as he got to the bot
tom Of the steps, dye know the name
of it7'
THE name of whatT he asked me
in the tone Of the skipper Of a canal
boat hollering at a mule-whacker q
hundred yards up the towpath. Did
you ask me what time it was? Why,
it's half past three pulling out q soup-
er the a. size Of g hand-painted porcelain
plaque.
!. haven't got an idea III the world
what horse you mean and, Of course,
you're q stranger to me,-he was hol-
lering louder and louder with every
chirp-but / lost fifty dollars on the
first race'---by this time he was orat-
ing like the ringmaster Of a circus
and II there's any chance to get that
money back, why, Of course, I'd like to
obtain the name Of the winner.
"sYOU look as IL you might know,
even II, as / say, you are 4 stranger
to me; and of course ii the one you
named really did win I'd Be willing to
5-er-do the right thing toward you
for your kindness, and, s4
did 4 have that one hooked3 Why.
say, It was out ~ the water. and
swinging toward the grass when
(. Louie says thu same Pink
that had given me the kidney poke be-
fore, coming up behind me again, Iss
thought 4 told you that tell-''em thing
was al OF and done away with, around
these works, hey? 8
Nov. you femme pipe YOU again
hopping y lob to u D your boguses,
and you won't have any heelssleft on
your kicks TO beat III with And soN