Evening star., 1926-03-07
Ways of ure-Thing' Race Tipsters
Watched by Keen-Eyed P. Q. Officials
Although Selling of Mails to
DefraudM BrnO OfenderU Under

everything under Heaven and earth
was discarded
One day her eye fell upon an ad-
vertisement which read something
like this: Ever bet on the ponies?
Get our wonderful system and make
every day winning day" She read
on and on of the fortunes that had
been made in "A minute Fiction all of
this. as far as we know by the worst
bet of the day pushing up and up past
the leaders and nosing out the
thorouGhbreds.
Betting! Well. it wasn't what her
Quaker ancestors would have ap-
proved, but 'other times, other man.
ners." That's what the mysterious
charts meant. Something that read
"Superba," first; Sure Thing" sec
ond, and Good Night" third. Just
then, as the fates would have it, along
comes a racing enthusiast with more
enthusiasm than money. He was
thoroughly Injured to the art of losing
but he always expected something to
turn up the next day.
Miss Lorraine found a fountain of
explanation in him. He could eXplain
everything so beautifully. he knew
all the jargOn of the turf, poolroom
and those modest little cigar stands
that hide behind their veil of seeming
commercialiSm many financial ira MS
action that has to do with "mutuels.
You put up S. and lost $40" and all
the rest of II. True. his conversation
was as full of Ifs" as pOrcupine of
needles. and the wild tales of his DOS
sible winnings hinged more or less on
ii my horse had only gotten in"
Still. he was an enthusiast. and II Is
enthusiasts who contribute the spice
of life. even if most of the time some
DOdY else has to pay the piper
FINALLY he persuaded the financially
embarrassed girl to part with her last
50 that he might win for her some
thing like $37 from the one best bet of
the day. On paper it figured out beau
tifully and she really felt as if she
had the money in her hand and waved
goodbye to her friend. the tipster.
The best bet developed an inferiority
complex apparently. as the horse was
reported an 'alSo ran
Broke, Lorraine. who still found a
fascination in playing the ponies.
turned to mind betting" Her sys.
tenn worked and, according to Solici.
tor Donnel'y. it is the only one in
which he has any faith, as far "a
horse-race betting goes
GlancIng down the list of horses
for the first race. Lorraine's eve fell
on Jane Brummel among the rest
She picked that as her first choice. in
memory of the brave old gallant who
preferred 10 die in u garret rather
than take faVors from his illustrious
friend. the Prince of Wales. In Tho
next race DiogeneS caught her atten
tlon. She was in search of an honest
man, so he was her first choice for
the second race. Alexander Hami
ton also took her fancy. as repr,-
a
f1nance. and Care Free she picked
Tor show" because it representcd
the state in which she would like To-
be.
Dead Loss headed her guesses for
the third race, as she thoucht
pathetically that was all her racing
ventures had brought her thus far.
The names in the other races did
not interest her or remind her of any
| thing special, so she refused to nicl
any possible winners.
| Dead Loss came into her mind
again. Dead Loss is nv horse" she
eXulted: 81 guess | can pick a win
ner. 1t was Il 100-to-1 shot. but IN
her system of mind betting that ONLY
meant to her that she would win 100
times as much money, and ii added
to Dead Loss other actions.
The next day she rushed away from
her desk for few minutes to ge,
the racing special. Across the front
page was a huge banner, Dead Loss
Wins at Hundred to One"
"Goody, Goody." exclaimed Tor
raine to the wondering newsie. Deal
Loss wins. That was my horse: nv
horse. Then recollection came f.
her and she added slowly:
Gosh, Dead Loss won, but l force.
| TO put up any money on him.