The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-10-21

, Paprus bucked down then to flght for lost cause and at the middle on the far side of the track, when they had gone three quarters of mile, the British horse appeared to be at Zev's gridle. That was the last challenge of Papyrus. though, and when they came into the stretch, spraying mud in a dash for the wire, he had dropped back at least two lengths and was losing. not gaining. After seeing Jack Dempsey knocked clear out of the ringy and seeing Babe Ruth strike out in the decd ing game of a world series with the bases full this New York crowd was unable to stir the soggy air of the Long Island lowlands with any preliminary frenzies. The first three races were run off amid the decorum of seminary for the daughters of the well-to-do The atmosphere had warmed to friendly temperature, but still, retained sufficient of it's autumnal character to confirm the flaming symptoms of the sumac and the golden glory of the distant naples.
 A Motley Gathering.
 Bookmakers who do business on the cuff in New York state, where betting shares popularity and ille- gality with bootlegging, were circu- lating through the dressy congrega- tion on the lawn. writing their mem oranda. Millionaires and fourflush- CTS, not to be distinguished from one another in such sporty regalia as gray bowlers. white anklets and checkerboard weskits, found pillars to lean against while they applied themselves to the study of past per formances and made calculations based on the muddy or past condition of the track. Zev's recent attack of hives. the change of climate for Papyrus and the prevailing quarter of the moon.
 OneEyed Connolly, absorbed per- haps by the study of jail conditions in some northwestern hamlet, was nowhere observed. and Tammany Young, that other nomadic crasher of the gate at professional sporting events, was reported to be immersed in Ohio with travelling show troupe. But just as it began to appear that one grand affair of the season would be conducted in the complete and un- regretted absence of the gate ash CT. there was creaking of wires in one of the fences and a thump on the soggy turf as Umbrella Herb flopped into the occasion. clutching his faded green gamp. Umbrella Herb is bet ter known at the southern tracks and the Maryland courses perhaps than in New York. although many race track gates in this part of the country have fallen before his resourceful inge- nuity in time gone by. Umbrella Herb, who always carries his man top parasol regardless of the state of the weather, had been in the park all night, but had made an unfortunate error and found himself on the wrong side of the fence, confined among the low-priced clientele.
 T just been down to see this cam el," he blurted, "and I'm going to make me little bet on Zev. Moth ing big, you understand; just a sport ing bet to make it interesting. Can any of you gentlemen cash a check for me? Oh. all right" Herbert con tinued, taking no offense, "I'll see MT. Belmont. Where is Augie?"
 Umbrella Herb said he had taken a peek at Zev and had been pleased to note the disappearance of the hop toad aspect imparted to the American horse the day before the race by an outbreak of hives which took the form of hundreds of little Jumps on his hide, like warts. This was re- assuring news, as the problem of scratching Zev's hives while he was engaged in the pursuit of the win ner's SS0,000 share of the purse had been distressing the packers of the horse all night. When Zev came out for his walk in the paddock. wear ing a white blanket and goggle-eyed hood not unlike the regala of a we'll known fraternity, the crowd swirled about him to pass amateur judgment on his condition.
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 Crowd Warns Up.
 One chilly restraint of the crowd