The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-12-13
PLAYING LUNCHES

the air. sWhat did I tell you. honey. was that good huneh? ? See" he pointed to a paragraph headed - Fortunate Americans Whose Tickets Have Drawn Horses in the Royal Irish Sweep.
 Joe's forefinger pointed out his name. "There it is - Joe Basset. Share on the horse Rosemary. It's in the bag. baby, in the bag" Joe dropped the newspaper to smother Kate in a bear hug. When she struggled free she handed him the bookmakers letters. Joe read il rapidly.
 Say, do those guys think I'm just dumb? A hundred bucks why l paid twenty bucks for that little green ticket-and they hay e Why, a guy down at Dillon's told me Rosemary would probably be favorite = had won a couple of races already over there on the other side-Lord Whosit's horse one of the best racing stables in England. Boy, honey, we gets our break at last!"
 Kate was not infected by Joe's enthusiasm. To her one hundred dollars in the hand was worth far more than thousands in the bush of uncertainty. And a hundred dol lars would pay their fares to Flor ida. "Joe," she said soberly, you got another letter from your Uncle Ned - such a nice letter = see." She handed Joe the letter.
 Say, he's a good guy, Uncle F.. ,1., lad r1s he'll leave us the farm in his will". "How can you say such things 2"
 "Ah. honey, can't guy crack a joke?''
 Another week passed. While Joe was out searching for a job with an inevitable unsuccess, a second letter arrived from the Turf Brokers. Kate opened it. More elaborate and persuasive than the first epfstle, it ended with the offer to purchase Joes share of ticket number 79058 on the horse Rosemary for one thousand dol lars.
 Kate felt the blood to her face. A tinglipg sensation ran down to her very finger tips. They itched to reach in and pluck the green ticket from its hiding place. A thousand dollars! With that money she could make her whole dream come true. For a moment turned giddy, then clamping her jaws, she drew out the ticket. She knew she could never persuade Joe to sell 1t. And to her practical mind the certainty of one thousand dol lars ill cash far ontweighed the uncertainty conjured up by Joe's optimism.
 The brokers gave Kate the thousand dollars ill :, single bill. All her nerves were quivering when she hid it in the place where the little green ticket had rested. And her nerves never stopped qnivering during any waking moment of the week. fer fear was two pronged-first that some- thing might happen to the thou- sand dollar bill, and second, that Rosemary might win the race and she would have cheated Joe out of all those fabulous thousands. Kate found herself listening tensely whenever Joe spoke of Rosemary's chances. Constantly he quoted imported comments of British turf writers. She felt her heart shrink when Joe read that Rosemary had been installed an overwhelming favorite. She re- membered one quotation Joe had read - a quotation that haunted her at night-flaming across the black walls like the warning to King NebuchadneZzer in the Bible. It was quotation from the Pink 'Un's racing expert.
 'It Looks Like
 Rosemary to Vim
 ''In the Royal Irish Sweep it looks like Rosemary against the field. And we feel that Rosemary