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CATCHES ALL CLASSES. The Chambermaid opening the door with a pass key and halting just inside— Excuse me, sor. I thought I saw you go out. Do you happen to be goln to the races today? Thats too bad. When Willie, that lives with our folks, took ice water up to Mister Ox last night he told him about a little horse thats goin to win today, and I thought I might bother you to bet a dollar on it for me. The Waiter putting fresh ice in the glass —Beg pardon, sir, looking at the entries? Mr. Billy Bangs, who trains for the Squof-fem stable, ate at my table last night, and he told me to be sure and have a bet on Dimple across the board today. Cantaloupe? Yes, sir. Very fine today. The Barber— Once over? Yes, sir. Shampoo? Youll have plenty of time to get the train. The first train isnt run until 2:30, you know. What do you like in the first? The last time out Bluish— shall I wet the hair? The Manicure to the Barber— Did you send anything down on Dublin, Fred? Dye think hell start with 140 pounds up? To the man in the chair. Thats a bad hangnail there. I think Dum Honey is a pipe in the jump, The Street Car Conductor looking at the form chart over the shoulder of a smoker in the rear seat— How can they beat Africander today? Suppose Golden Maxim did run him to a head in the Realization that dont Sixteenth street. Change for tko blue car. The Bartender— No lemon peel? Very weH, sir. Harry Suds dropped in here last night on his way home from the track and said he was going to start a two-year-old in the sixth today that had worked six furlongs to 1:13 and would be at least 10 to L Carbonic? The Elevator Boy to the A. D. T. Messenger—Im off this afternoon. Goin* dowa? Card looks easy. I had a half yestldday oa every one of Odoms mounts an sola down? The Blonde Lady on the up train— That dog! He wins today, but the last time oat; when I bet a hundred each way on him, be never stopped looking for a hole in the fence. If I hadnt let myself be touted . The Shoeblack— Been- to the track? IMS Dimple run in the money? The Waiter— Cherry or olive in it, sir? I had to come away after the fifth. Did Hopeful Miss show? , The Voice of the Newsboy Far Below mi you fall asleep— Night extra! All the entries for tomorrow.— New York Sun.
