Evening star., 1923-04-13
BY w. H. CLAGETT.

Dear Folks:
That a generous-spirited "roost-
err should be as particular about
dispensin' supposedly valuable in
formation as he is with material
charity was brought home to me
most forcibly the other afternoon
over at Bowie, the classy little
merry-go-round down In Mary
land, whittier i had ventured much
against my better judgment!
Havin' long since completed one
regular and two post graduate
courses in the science of dopin
'em. and given up the calm be-
cause of jumpy temperament, race
horses were farthest from my
thoughts on the mornin' OF the
day in question when the tele-
phone started ringin' like the old
town was ablaze!
well, well, what is it?' l snort
ed. as the bell kept ON dinglin
For the love of Mike. snusn~,
don't talk so loud" came back
my earpiece. This is Ed! meet
me at the Hotel Washington IN
ten minutes and I'll wise you 10
a proposition thatn make you
baron" ,, ~,
slip it to me now. Eddie, I'm
turribly busy.' I sang back with
a laugh as 1 &Tainted at my man
pile.
.Confdential stun"
Cant be done" was the snappg
reply. This is confidential stun
at the hotel in ten minutes or yom
lose the chance of lifetime!
and with that he hung up.
Possessed of my full share OF
what killed the cat, l did skid up
to the hostelry and causht my
friend struttin' about the lobby IN
a most fidgety state. Evidently
relieved at my arrival. he grabbed
my arm and led me hurriedly
through the lower rooms or the
house, shushin' in my ear at every
four or five steps, Down the stairs
we tipped. in an out of the barDer
shop, and finally over by tne
darkened Salon Des Nations, where
he came to stop with a couple
more shushes.
IF YOU shush me once more. va
pussy-footin' tadpole, I'll lay you
plumb cold"' shrieked, all
clammy and twitchin'. i've
shushed the best / know how. and
hate to be prodded. Speak OUT,
what is it, murder or booteggin
Neither ONE laughed the pc.
culiar actin "persimmon. Listen:
Certain people are gonna shoe over
a little squirrel out at bowie To-
day. and bein' as l like you' l
wants you TO be in
As Good as In Now"
so" says /, feelin' a bit better.
That's the story, all told in one
CHAPTER" says he. Ihe peSky
.camel.s' as good as in right now!
Nobody's hep to the maneuver ex-
cent the owner. the jock. you. me
and the horse, but the tough part
is | don't get my check until next
Saturday mornin', so If you'll Just
stake me to ten cherries TIL then
I'll show up on time. and throw In
what l know for the favor
Well. / fell for the touch. folks'
and while determined at first 10
keen away from the track, my ut
tie black man got busy until finally
l found myself rubberin Win
10000 other get-rich-quick gentry
at the program for the second
sultan was the name OF the
"bow-wow" I'd been told to risk
the parlor furniture on, and
hurried SQuint over tHe eaiu
showed him to be of most noted
Turkish-Irish family, his papa, The
Turk, and ma, Sally O'Day! Slip
min over to the paddock, / gave
him the up-anddown, ana must
say his general makeup was most
pleasin', and as a bright-faced lad
named Martz was goin to pllot
him, 1 tangoed back to the bettin
ring, slapped five perfectly good
"buckerinos" on the grasshop-
per" to cop, and then beat II 1or
the grandstand!
The Cost OF Being Gabby.
Now, if I'd kept my own coun-
sci a most unpleasant incident
would sure have been averted, but
bein' of a ruther sociable nature,
nothin' would do but l start con-
yersation with a kindly lookin'
matronly lady who set all by her
self!
What do you like in this scram-
ble?" l asked in OF hand man
ner all the time feelin' wise!
"Thery're all weasels." was her
laughin' reply. "A horrible bunch!'
"All except one, lady"
chuckled, quite hurt at her re-
mark.
And who's that?" she inquired,
with a glance at her card.
Sultan, lady" ] whispers. THAT
baby is in now. He's been primed
for the race and dropped into
soft spot! 1 get the info straight
from the right people. but for
heavens sake don't say l told