Evening star., 1935-08-15
ALL ARE PLEASED
EXCEPT BOOK|ES
Palm, Victorious Driver,
Will Buy AirpIanes With
His Share of Purse.
BY JOHN LARDNER

great SllVer-Day CEOCler named
Greyhound ran away with
the tenth annual Hamble-
tonian stakes and made it a perfect
afternoon for every one except the
bookmakers. He was the heaviest
favorite in the history of this classic
race He broke no records, but he
didn't have to. He won as he pleased.
Even without Greyhound, this would
have been festival OF note, for the
farmers and city slickers turned out
10000 strong. with money in their
pockets. They jammed the rail,
peeled of their coats and rooted.
Under the circumstances it was only
right that their favorite should enjoy
himself, too.
The winner was driven by Sep
Palm, a Hoosier who used to play
foot ball before he mounted the sulky.
Brother Palm made just one promise
before the race. He said that If he
won first money he would buy himself
an airplane and fly till he was sick.
First money was slightly better than
$4,000. Brother Palm can do plenty
of flying on his cut of that, but I
doubt If he'll ever get a bigger thrill
in the air than he did in winning
with Greyhound for a crowd that
wanted him to win.
Bookies on Your Trail.
GOSHEN is swell place to watch
~ a race. The bookmaking system
Is bucolic, but thoroughly efficient.
The bookies come to you. They don't
lie back like spiders with one-way
web, as the custom is at the running
tracks. The harness bookmaker steps
out to meet you. His book IS a club
the Malta Club, Bartons Club, etc
and if he thinks you are apt to be
strolling around the infield he sets up
his headquarters there. Or under the
press box. Or next to the horses
mouth
Working alongside him, and in
among him, are the three-card monte
men, the shell-game experts. and the
lemonade artists. ("Getcher ice cold
lemonade! The white is five and the
red is ten! The white is ten and the
red is five! Some of the red, lady?
The white is five and the red is ten!'D
The farmers know they are going to be
trimmed, but they like it. On this
particular day they actually cry for a
trimming.
And the city slickers march elbow
to elbow with the sportsmen in over
alls. Around the track you see Gov.
Hoffman of New Jersey, with his
guard of State troopers dressed like
Earl Carrolls chorus men; Dave
wilentz, the man who prosecuted
Bruno Hauptmann; Louis Soresi,
Cameras manager, trying to buy
piece of a horse that can lick Joe
Louis; Eddie Forbes, referee Of the
first Ross -McLarnin fight; James j.
Johnston and his arch-rival of the
name-slinging racket. Bill Brown;
George Brescia, the South American
heavyweight, and Harry the pig,
coast o-coast paddock authority.
Means Turn to Screams.
NHEN the first heat of the big race
wv went on. there was no doubt
about the identity of the peoples
choice. Greyhound was it from start
TO finish. He got locked out on the
first turn, and the crowd was silent.
He ran last at the start of the back
stretch, and the crowd moaned. Then
the big silver son of Guy Abbey
showed what he was made OF, and
the crowd screamed in triumph as
he came down the middle ahead to
win the equalling his best time
to date, 2:02A.
The second heat was slower
2:o2&-but it was all Greyhound.
An upstart named Warwell Worthy
leaped in front of the first curve and
opened up wide gap. Warwell
Worthy had visions of making run
away of the heat. He muttered to
this he ought to win from here to
Buffalo. But the crowd didn't worry.
Neither did Greyhound. The silver
horse trotted lightly on Warwell's
heels till the final turn and then came
on to win by two lengths. You
could see he was going to do that,
all the way.
grined no little by this development,
but they didn't exactly stake their
shirts on the issue. Greyhound's vic
tory in the first heat impressed them
so much that they pushed him down
to l to 4, price which made the
bettors somewhat cautious. Still, the
books took a licking, and that made
the day perfect all around for the
assembled sports and apple-knockers.
A great horse won the Hamble-
tonian His time would have been
better if the field had pressed him.
But time or no time. he proved him
self worthy descendant of Hamble-
tonian, the great-granddaddy of all
great trotters
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Newspaper Alliance, 1nc)