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Evening star., 1939-06-14
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Evening star., 1939-06-14
Virgin Islands Topic
Of R. |. Thompson

THE New Deal has effected in the
Virgin Islands an enlightened pub
lie opinion" Raymond L. Thomp-
son, former superintendent of educa-
ton for the islands, declared yester-
day in an address before an Oppor-
tunity House luncheon.
Mr. Thompson praised particular
ly the work of Secretary of the In
terror Ickes in guiding improve
ment of living standards among the
natives of the Virgin Islands. which
are under supervision of the In
terror Department.
TwizzIer Answer
The words for the blanks: I, it,
tie, tire, trice, credit. predict, de-
crepit, predicate and depreciate.
Telegraf. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1909-1951, 1939-08-04
Ma jafe a v podZimu
ROMAN. NAPsAL BEDRIcH MoRAvEC.

Rychle Sc otocil a kracel ry-
chlym krokem k mestecku.
"Slavku! Vratte Sc! Zblaz-
him SCI"
Ami sc neohledl a dial sc do
behu.
Zdalo Sc, re Sc chce Anezka
"a MIN rozbehnouti, ale pc sill
nici pTichazel cd mestecka sta
ry rolnik. Brucel 81 nejakou
p1snicku, patrne Sc O pouti not
ne napil. Anezka Sc tedy ry-
chile obratila a sla svou cestou,
ably il ten clovek nepoznal,
jestli il snad videl staff S Milo
slavem.
Kdyz Sc Miloslav klusem mi
hi kolem tohoto chodce, tento
no pozdravil, ale Miloslav je-
no pozdravu neslysel, tax byl
zabran We sve mySlenky. Clo-
vek sc zastavil a chv1li hledel
"a MIN udivene, potion vrtel
~povazlive hlavou: "Ma ma
kvap, re AMI nepodekuje ma po-
zdravenf! Jsou ii mestaci ma
dut1! Takhle pen1ze ably jim
clovek We meste utracel to Sc
jim lib, ale kdyz mali cloveka
pozdraviti, to jsou nafoukani.
Sedlak je jim sprosty. A pre-
&c jsou sedlaky jake my!'
Clovek pokracuje V samo-
mluv6, ktera Sc pomalu menila
V nadavky hradistskym obca-
Nun, klatil Sc zvolna sire
dem silnice. Anezky, ktera
zat1m zmizela v seru vecera,
nevidel.
Kdyz Miloslav pTisel domG,
matka uz svftila. Bylo pc seste
iodine, V tie podzimn1 dobe te-
dy uz vecer. Miloslav odlozil
klobouk a svlekl svrchn1k. Po-
tom chodil dlouhymi kroky pc
svetnici. Matka V kuchyni O.
hFfvala k veceTi zbytky cd ODE
da. Pc chv1li pfinesla veceTi
do sv6tnice a vyzvala no:
''Slavku, pojd vecerit!"
VeceFi uchystavala PAM Ia
branska vzdycky zahy z vece-
ra. Miloslav pc veceri vzdyc-
KY hned zasedl ku psan1. Psa-
val dlouho. Kdyby pozde We
ceFel psal by dlouho do noci a
stara PAM mela starost, ably
byl rano k vyucovan1 dobre vys
paly. Kolikrat procitnuvsi z
prvniho spanku a ~spatrivsi no
jest6 u psac1ho stolku, volal ma
n6ho z postele: "Shasni! A
jdi uz spat! Dopfses 81 to Ii
ira"
Ones pri veceTi, kdyz matka
sc synem sedeli proti sob6, on
pojednou vztahl pravici pc
matcine ruce a blade il meme,
zeptal sc nejist6: "Mamicko,
nebylo by yam "a tezko steho-
vati sc z Hradist6 49,. ?"
Pohledla ma neho udivene, a.
lie odvetila oddane: "MGj fla
ty hochu, pdjdu S tebou rada,
kan budes cht1ti. Mic mne k
Hradisti nevaze. Hrob tveho Of
ce je uz vykopany a lei ma je-
no m1ste jiny neboztlk, kdyz
jsme nemeli 40 zlatych ma W.
koupen1 hrobu. CO tn tedy je-
Ste nam? Mas snad leps1 mis-
to?"
"Nemam mamicko," odv6til
klidn6. Gale We ctvrtek poza-
dam inspektora, ably mne pre-
lozil ... w mne tn vsechno
mrzf."
Proc, to Miloslav nerekl, ale
matka 81 pomyslila, re chce
pryc k Will nestastne lasce.
Zakyvala sedivou hlavou:
"Je pravda, nemdzes cely Ii
vot ztraviti ma temz mfste."
Telegraf. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1909-1951, 1939-08-04

bou, slovutny pane"
Mlioslavovi bylo znamo, re
81 Inspector potrpf ma tituly.
"Tak? S prosbou? Sed-
nete 81 tedy a povfdejte!" In
spektor ukazal ma prazdnou
zidlicku.
"Byl bych vast slovutnosti
velmi vdecnym, kdybyste mne
pTelozil z Hradiste," zajikal Sc
Miloslav.
Inspector zmeril no patra-
wynn pohledem, ale usm1val Sc
pTi tom stale, jak bylo jeho O.
bycejem.
"Vy chcete re sveho rodi-
ste?" hovofil Inspector. "To-
mu Sc div1m. Pokud vim, ma
vas Sc neosvedcilo prfslovf, re
donna nikdo nen1 prorokem.
Vas 81 obcanstvo vazi, cite vase
spisy a je hrdo ma to, re ma We
SVEN meste spisovatele. Co
vas tedy pudi z domova? u
blfzil YAM nekdo?"
"To ne, slovnuty pane =
Miloslav Sc zamlcel a sklo-
nil V rozpacfch hlavu.
~ vas piece nemohu pred
pokladati, re 81 prejete byti
pfelozen z pouhe ,vzdyt
ziv1te matku, a stare PAM bu-
de jiste Ia tezko louciti Sc S
mfstem, kde prozila cely svdj
zivot."
"Slovutny pane, to je vsec-
ko pravda, piece bych vsak
prosil, kdyby bylo mozno, a.
byste mne prelozil z Hradis-
to-"
Ease zpytavy pohled inspek-
tor1v.
"Hradiste je prece dobra
STAGE. Coz kdybych pro vas
mel jen horst mfsto?"
Miloslav zdvihl hlavu a Wy
slal k inspektorovi prosebny
pohled: "To je mi jedno, jen
kdyz budu prelozen."
Zach, TAXI" Inspector W.
znamne zamrkal ocima: "Je V
tom laska? Uhodl jsem?"
Miloslav odvetil tise: "Ano."
"Ona vas nechce? Co Sc il
ma vas nel1bf?"
iona mne neodmitla," odve-
til Miloslav. "Rodice mi il ne
dali"
"Proc pax? CO NELL proti
vam?" vyslychal Inspector.
"Rekli, re il nedajf do te
kantorske b1dy!"
"Sedlaci? Vidte?"
"Ano."
'"To Sc vi, selska pycha. Kdy
vyste mel grunt. Ale pro to
nemusfte truchliti. AZ Dude
holka plnoleta, nemusl Sc rodi-
CD ptati. Mali vas totiz oprav-
du rada."
ma" odvetil Miloslav Ease
tichym hlasem. Gale uz il vda-
H."
Inspector sebou trhl prekva-
pen1m, ale Ease Sc jen usm1val,
kdyz hovoTil dale: mo, neves-
tie hlavu! Lasky jste pozbyl,
ale mate Ia to latku k novele
nebo k hezke povfdce. A CO
hlavn1ho, latku p1vodni!"
Miloslav pohledl ted ma in
spektora bolestnym pohledem :
"Slovutny pane, nachazlm sc v
hroznych pomerech. Miluji j
dosud a ona i jake vdana mne
miluje, Tekla mi to, a ia Sc bo-
"Pockejte!" Inspector vstal
rychle Cd psaciho stolu a stou-
pl 81 pred Miloslava. "Takove
to. tedy je? Rozumim YAM.
Jste pf1lis poctivy, a m1sto aby-
ste bral kdyz sc YAM nab1z1,
chcete ustoupiti treba S bolesti
V srdci. To je krasne a slechet.
ne. Jiny by Sc tax nezachoval,
Chcete Sc zbaviti pokuseni
Dobra! Muslin neco pro vas
ucinit. Ma horst mlsto vas ne.
dam. To jsem vas prve jen tax
zkousel, abych Sc dozvede.
pravou pf1cinu, proc chcete z
domova pryc. Wy byste mi te
dobrovolne nebyl fekl. Poslys.
tie tedy jak to udelame."
Inspector Sc vratil k psaci
mu stolu, usedl a otocil Sc polo
vinou tela k Miloslavovi.
"Prazdneho prave ted men
mic. Ale cd noveho roku Dude
pfi zdejsf obecne skole zrizens
pobocka. Ale elm od1vodnfn
okresn1 skolnf rade, re pfekla
dam prave vas, ktery jste n;
m1ste ustanoven definitivne, z;
Telegraf. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1909-1951, 1939-08-04

Ease neklid. Vzdyt ona mu re
kla, re je We SVEN manzelstv1
nestastna. A priznala Sc mu,
re no dosud miluje.
A pojednou Sc Miloslav EMO
hi ma pevne pfesvedcen1: "Ma
sveho muze. Ma oproti nemu
sve povinnosti, prijala je, slibi-
la pred oltarem, re je Dude pl-
niti. Vedela pfece, co slibuje.
Do toho mi nen1 mic. Nam ia
Ike sve povinnosti a jsou VINE
senejs1 nez jejf. Nem1ze mne
z niceho viniti."
DomG pfijel uz 1plne spoko-
jeny, a matce, ktera no dychti-
We ocekavala, Tekl skoro ra-
dostne:
"Mamicko, prvnim lednem
nastouplm v okresnim meste."
"Zaplat pan B1h," rekla sta
ra PAM. Take j spadlo velke
BRINE Sc srdce.
Bylo tyden pred vanocn1mi
svatky a diva dni uz sc hezky
hustle chumelilo.
"Budeme m1ti bile vanoce a
pine stodoly'', Tekla PAM Ia
branska, kdyz Sc Miloslav vra-
til re skoly a v kuchyni okle-
paval snlh S klobouku a Sc zim-
n1ku. Zbaviv Sc svrchn1ho ka-
batu, objal matku a zasmal Sc
nucene: "Mamicko, jeste INA
tie ty stare selske pranostiky?
Ale nase stodola zustane
prazdna, bytby sebe vice sne-
zilo."
Emu, nenf nam chvala bohu
zle," Tekla matka chapaj1c, co
syn svou p~oznamkou mini.
MAS sve mes1cn1 jiste."
"Ovsem, mamicko, ale jest
toho mesfcnfho malo."
"No, We meste budes m1ti O
padesat zlatych rocne VIC" mi
Mia matka.
Miloslav pokrcil rameny:
"Jen O deset zlatych rocne, ma
micko. Bude najemne z bytu
o ctyricet zlatych vetsi nez v
Hradisti. Ale to je vedlejs1. O
neco chtel jsem vas poprositi.
O vanocnich prazdninach do
jedte Sc mnou do mesta, aby-
ste 81 prohledla byt, ktery jsem
najal."
"Ale, mdj zlaty chlapce, ia
budu sc vsim spokojena. Co
pax ma mne zalez1."
Gale, mamicko, ia bych pre-
ce rad vedel, jestli Sc YAM byt
Dude l1biti."
"No, to Wis, re pojedu," svo-
lovala S 1smevem.
" ma pocatku listopadu OBJ
drzel Miloslav dosazovac1 de-
kret a jel hned do okresn1ho
mesta hledati byt.
Pred stedrym vecerem, PRIV
n1ho dine vanocn1ch prazdnin,
jeli spolu do okresn1ho mesta.
Byt byl We vedlejs1 ulici, ale
dosti 1--WE. Sestaval z male ku-
chynky a trochu vets1ho poko-
jiku v patTe jednopatroveho
domku. ODE m1stnosti mely
malovane steny, to sc PAM "a
branske velmi llbilo; malova-
nych svetnic v Hradisti nebylo.
Kdyz vyhledla oknem ma ulici
a spatTila tn mnozstv1 lid pre-
chazejic1ch pc chodn1c1ch po-
del rad domG, Tekla spokoje-
ne: "V1s, Slavku, uz ted vim,
re tn budu spokojena. V tako-
VEN velkem meste je prece jen
~veseleji nez ma venkove. A dc
skoly Includes take m1ti dale.
ko."
Vraceli Sc domG oba spoke
jen1. Miloslav, re 81 matka dc
niceho nestezovala; ona, re je-
il Slavek Dude ted zfti jinem
prostredf. Byla hrda, re Sc je-
j syn dostal ma mestskou sko.
lu, a re take jeho predstaveni
ocenili jeho praci. Takove pre-
lozen1 do okresn1ho mesta by.
10 piece velkym vyznamena.
MIN. Alespon v oc1ch stare
proste zeny a milujicf matky.
stedry vecer slavili V staren
byte mezi rozestavenym nabyt.
KEN a bednami S nadob1m 6
satstvem, pripravenymi k ste.
hovani.
"Mamicko, posledn1 stedrJ
vecer v starem domove," rex
Miloslav pc vecefi.
Gale jdi, blahovy," snazils
sc no matka etsiti, tus1c, re MI
louceni S domovem piece je
o1o - 4XHIz0 Hno
Telegraf. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1909-1951, 1939-08-04

Okresnf skoln1 Inspector byl
mlady jest6 pan usmevave iva
re a p6kne vyvinuteho briska.
Mel rad plzensk6 pivo, ale ne
mel rad st1znost1 a nenavidel
ucitelG, kteTf Sc pokusili dona-
Seti mu klepy ma sve kolegy.
Inspektorem Sc stall z ucitele
m6stansk6 skoly, mel tedy v
kazdem smeru dobre zkuseno-
sti. Donasece odbyl vzdycky
zkratka: "Neucte stareho ko-
coura mysi chytat!" Take Wy
krucovanf mel nerad a rfkaval
"Nechte vytacek a kapnete
bozskou!" Ale Inspector mel
t6z zvlastnf talent, re dovedl
obratnym vyptavan1m prijfti
pravd6 ma kloub, kdyz mu j
nekdo cht6l zatajiti. Mel ten
to predstaveny uciteld mnoho
dobrych vlastnost1, cehoz u
vsech takovych pant nebyva.
A u tohoto pana objevil Sc v
kancelafi jednoho dine Milo
slav. V6del,, re je u inspekto-
ra dobTe zapsan, a pfece vstu-
poval do kancelare V nalade
stfsnene. Sci sem ponejprv $
prosbou.
each, pan ucitel Zabran-
sky" vital no Inspector. "Co
vas privadf Ike mne?"
The Washington times., 1939-01-25
BOB TAYLOR WRITES

land bathed his face in a canine
flow.
The occasion was Turner's resti-
tuition card at reduced prices. A
crowd Of $50 incurableS, with
Buzzer Ryan marching at the
head, piled into the fight club and
paid $390.44. It was q fair show,
all things considered, with four
knockdowns spread along the pro.
gram.
THOMAS IN DRAW
In the first fight of the night,
Buddy Thomas, a local middle.
weight, got a draw with Vince De
Paulo, Of Baltimore. Thomas
dropped De Paolo twice for nine
counts, but was on the receiving
end except for those surprising
interludeS.
Billy Carlgan hammered the ears
Of Tommy Hoover, dropping him
twice. Then Joe Perry won from
Joe Koheler in six rounds that
failed to produce more than the
conventional action. frankie Willis
won a decision over one Mike Mar
tingo in the semifinal.
Anzelone is a preliminary fighter
who employed in cumbersome style
some Of the rope-jumping antics
Of Johnny Dundee. He missed
more than he landed, but he still
was good enough to outlast the
courageous Wilson. O'NEHL.
The Washington times., 1939-01-25
Can't Keep 'Er,p Out

Nor has it ever been possible
to restrict the game wholly to
those fine old families who
might occasionally, for the fun
of the thing, swindle one an
other a little, or pull off a coup,
but who would never knowingly
or willingly Stoop to tricking the
public. DiSreputable characters
are as quick to learn the art
of putting up a front as anyone
"a little quicker, even, in fact
and anyone who has no criminal
record, but who has sufficient
money and the appearance of q
gentleman or gentlewoman may
own, enter and race horses.
I have never been particularly
Scandalized by instances of
crooked work at the barrier SIM
ply because I look at horse-rac-
ing less as a sport and more as
a game of chance, and most
games of chance are crooked.
The Whltney'S, the Vanrer-
bilts, the Bradleys, the Nc
Leans, and people Of that class
who own staAeS. or, banded to-
gether, operate racetracks or are
members Of the boards would be
considerably hurt if you referred
to them as large-scale gaming
house proprietorS.
The Washington times., 1939-01-25
Slagle Rites
Tomorrow

Funeral services for Mrs. Fan
ME E. Slagle, 80, who died Monday
at the home of her daughter,
Mrs. Virginia Slagle Ham, $500
block Ordway st. N. W., will be
conducted tomorrow afternoon al
l o'clock at the S. H. Hines
Funeral Home, Fourteenth and
Harvard Streets Northwest. The
Rev. Bernard Braskamp, pastor
of the Gunton Temple Presby.
terian Church, will officiate.
Private temporary burial serv.
ices will be in Cedar Hill Gene.
terry. Later the body will oe
sent to Pullman. WASH, for
burial.
A native of Poland, N. Y. Mrs.
Slagle was born November %,
1858. Her husband. Frank M.
Slagle, a merchant, died in 1884.
Mrs. Slagle came to Washing
ton two months ago to visit her
daughter. She is also survived
by another daughter, Mrs. Luther
G. Mcconnell, Of BronXville,
N. Y, and a son, Christian w. s.
Slagle, of Chatham, N. j., and 10
grandchildren.
Mrs. Slagle was a past regent
of Elizabeth Hart Spalding Chap
ter 2: A: r. Of Pullman:
The Washington times., 1939-01-25
SarGtogG's Lures

I am thinking again, as I
write, Of that main street with
its inevitable knot of standerS-
around outside the Western
Union office, waiting for an
swers to appeals for more money
fresh scratch, as they call it
the touts and the chiSelerS and
the hangerS-on lingering around
in front Of the hotels; but most
of all I remember the shops.
Here you will find transplanted
a little piece Of Fifth Avenue,
New York, or Michigan Boule-
ward, Chicago.
There is nothing quite as al
Turing in a show window, unless
it be beautiful furs or fur capeS
and wraps, as q cream colored
chrome-nickeled car with
smooth, Spanish leather uphol-
stery, black and silver dash
board dials and gadgetS, wire
wheels with crimson spokes,
spare tires in cream-enameled,
chromium-plated covers, smart
trunk in the rear, and cleaning
accessories. Heaven help you,
how you want it! Nothing seems
quite so thoroughly calculated
to arouse cupidity and covetous-
ness.
The inference, Of course, is OBJ
vious. There it stands in the
brilliantly lighted window, sug-
costing: Go on, make q killing
tomorrow and drive me home.
One good day at the track,
buddy, and I'm yours, paid for,
to keep for yourself until I fall
apart. You come back from the
track tomorrow around 6 O'Clock
with $1,000 on you and you
drive me right out Of this store
and park me in front Of your
hotel. I think I'd like you. You
and I could be friends"
The Washington times., 1939-01-25
( CHAPTER XIV

ALL know about the ancient
and occasionally honorable
sport of horse racing is the ex-
citement Of going down to the
betting pits and watching money
change hands. I probably knew
and wrote less about horse rae
ing than any other game. And
I suspect that this may have
been the case because the ponies
always seemed to me inSep-
arabic from page upon page Of
tiny numerals in fine print, fig
ureS that Smacked unpleasantly
of mathematics, q subject that
has been distaSteful to me ever
since found out, In early youth,
that it is true that they cannot
and do not lie. I suppose If I set
my mind to it could read the
chart of a race and gain a fairly
comprehensive idea Of how the
race was won and the position
Of the various horses through
out the trial. But the hero
glyphicS Of the sport have al
ways repelled me and I could
never bring myself to study a
form chart Of clocker'S tabu-
lation or q Solidly maSSed page
of past performances.
Still, when I went to the races
occasionally, I liked to bet and
above all, I liked to win, which
I rarely did because I was al
ways betting with scared and
Door money, a trenchant race
track phrase. But I always re-
call vividly the thrill of taking
my days program to an expert:
possibly some veteran turf
writer, or a famous brother
sports columnist whose speciality
was the ponies, or perhaps one
Of the visiting millionaires or
celebrities or politicians, who
must surely be in contact with
good information, and asking
him to mark it for me with his
choices.
The Washington times., 1939-01-25
Picturesque Front

What has this, then, to do
with us? Everything, and yet
very little. It happens to be
the front for the most faScinat-
ing gambling game ever devised.
And we must have a front, be
cause we know that gambling is
wicked, a great sin, and gener'
ally prohibited.
I found that this front never
interested me particularly, even
though it was q good one and
picturesque, but it was still a
front and therefore, to a certain
degree, false. And it is the more
false in that its main premise
has never proved accurate, and
its promise has never been full
filled.
The premise was that this In
teresting, exciting and lucrative
hobby of breeding horses that
would run faster and farther
than their ancestors should be
left in the hands of the ariStoc-
racy, it being considered, along
with many other things, much
too &C ! for the common people
and also much too dangerous
for them, since the common
people were frequently over.
come by avarice and greed for
gain, and the honesty Of the
laboratory tests at the race
track must be guaranteed.
The dignified millionaire so
cialiteS and Sportsmen could
never be suspected or accused
Of trimming, sharpshoo ooting,
cheating, or doublecrosSing. The
premise may be socially sound,
but it doesn't work. The promise
has never been kept, because
racing has always been a dirty
and crooked game, like any
gambling device, and always will
be. There is only one legitimate
reason why horseracing is in the
hands Of the wealthy: It takes
4AAOA4Cy w eSAoCS N4CCA dAAO u GALA
horses. But as q protective de-
vice it fails.
The patrons of the gambling
device known as horseracing
have tried to operate it honestly
for the most part, have employed
private detective agencies to pro-
tect their tracks, and have ap-
pointed trustworthy and honest
stewards and officials. And yet
they have not been above oc-
casional manipulationS Of their
own. Every horse entered in a
race is theoretically supposed to
be permitted to try its level best
to win that race, and yet very
often at the tracks you will find
newspapermen and turf writer's
Scurrying about trying to dig up
information as to whether a
certain owner is trying with his
horse in a particular race.
The Washington times., 1939-01-25
Farewell to Sport

pounding Of the thousands and
thousands Of pulses in my own
wrist and throat. Herein lies
the turf, in these other eager,
greedy people, all swept together
by the common fever engendered
by trying to obtain something
for nothing.
Nor are they particularly con-
cerned with whether a race Is
honestly run so long as they are
on the inside Of the proper in
formation as to which horse has
been fixed to win. This is true
but curious commentary upon
the great efforts made to put
up front for racing and give
it the appearance Of sport for
sports sake, beyond reproach.
Find out which way the big
money or the big influence is
betting and bet with the money
and the influence.
The Washington times., 1939-01-25
Dirty Work Goes On

The dirty work goes on as it
always will. The ringer paints
and substitutes the fast horse
for the old skate he has been
made up to resemble. The hop
men needle their horses with a
preparation of cocaine, and run
them hot or run them cold
according to the coup planned;
the fixers buy or bulldoze the
jockeys, or arrange to thrust
their cruel sponges up the nos
trilS of thoroughbreds favored
to win, or lame them, or see that
they get bumped at the turns.
And the public apparently is
never particularly outraged at
these swindles when they are
exposed. Most of them wish that
they had been in ON it for a
little bet.
No, the essence of racing Is
not to be found either in the
manipulations of the inevitable
crooks that faSten onto any
game where there is easy money
to be had, or in the pleasant
fairy tale that the whole thing
is a vast philanthropic scheme
to improve horseflesh, the hobby
and pastime Of altruiStic mil
lionaireS. It is to be found rather
in those hot, excited, tramping,
flushed crowds Of two and five
dollar betters moiling and push
ing and milling about, asking
their interminable hopeful ques-
ton, What do you hear? >. =.
Who do you like in the fourth?
What is Soandso betting
on?" Looking eternally to
Lady Luck to make ten dollars
grow, magically and thrillingly.
where but one was before.
(Tomorrow's article deals 1Dttl
the game of GoltJ
Copyright, 1889, by Paul Calico. Dis
tributed by King Features, Inc.
The Washington times., 1939-01-25
Missed Them

Ihave managed to miss, in my
years Of sports-reporting, the
colorful characters who infest
the racetracks, the horsy men
with their queer nicknames and
the queer clothes and the strange
habits, who follow the horses
day in and day out, rich one
week, living on the cuff the
next, always with a fortune just
round the corner. These are the
professionals Of the horse gamb-
ling business, every bit as dis.
tinctive and individual as the
old.time professional blackjack
and faro-players, with their own
language, customs and morals.
But I have at times been quite
close to what Is horSeracing be-
cause am and have been q
hungry. greedy, covetous man
myself. I have mingled with
the betting crowds and felt the
The Washington times., 1939-01-25
civic LEADERS
AT RITES FOR
BRYAN MORSE
Sports NotabIes Join
In Final Tribute

Final tribute was paid today by
leaders Of Washington's educa
tional, civic and sports circles to
Bryan Morse, promotion manager
of the Patterson newspapers. who
died Monday in sibley Hospital Of
a heart attack.
Funeral services were held In
Gawler's chapel at 2 p. m. with
the Rev. Charles T. Warner, OF
st. Adams Church, officiating
Burial will be in Oak Hill Gene.
terry.
The pallbearers are Neal Hern,
don, Jack Gray, L. j. Kenney, H
A. P. Robinson, c. A. Corcoran
George A. Dewitt, F. G.. Gibbs and
L. G. Leech.
WON FAME IN SPORTS
4 native Washingtonian, Mr.
Morse was one of the immortals
in the annals Of local amateur
athletics. He attended Western
High School, starred on the foot
ball team and in 1905 set scho-
laStic record of 10 seconds for the
100-yard dash. The record still
stands.
He was an outstanding gridiror
star at George Washington Uni
versity. Later he coached track
at George Washington and wa;
head coach at Western High
School while he served on the
faculty there. He was SO years
old.
In 1923, Mr.. Morse joined the
staff of the Washington Herald
and served thereafter at various
times as sports editor. city editor
and promotion manager, both or
the Herald and The Washington
Times.
ACTIVE IN FRATERNITIES
He was vice president Of the
South Atlantic intercollegiate AS
sociation, president Of the District
Amateur Baseball Association,
secretary Of the Washington
Touchdown Club, and a member
of Sigma Chi Fraternity, Pi Delta
Theta, Omicron Pi Omicron, the
Pyramid Honor Society, th
Racquet Club, Indian Springs
Country Club and the Winchester
Gun Club.
He is survived by his wife, the
former Eloise Pratt, and three
children, Mrs. Mary Herndon, Miss
Julie Eloise Morse and Mason Har
we'll Morse.