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. . HUMOR OF THE RACETRACK. Henry Stull, the artist, 1ells of a funny incident that came to him during a recent visit to England: "Theyre not nearly so particular about badges over there as wp are, and few of the officials have either badges or buttons," he said. "They are generally known to the men on the gate and they pass right through. This, however, leads to impecunious persons impersonating officials in order to beat the barrier, so to speak. At one meeting a rather seedy looking man tried to go through the gate. He had no badge or ticket. " Wheres your ticket? asked the nard. " Ticket, said the fakir, with a great show of dudgeon. I dont need a ticket. Im judge, me man. " Well, there are four judges have passed through already, said the guard. " Oh, thats all right, said the butt-in with great complacency and an air of easy assurance, Im the judge of the fifth race. "
