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HUMOR OF THE TURF. "Theres the champion romancer, old Bill Alexander of Philadelphia," said a Belmont Park regular, as he settled himself into a comfortable seat in the train. "Heres one he sprung on me years ago: " The biggest lay I ever had hooking was at Long Branch. I went down with a bank roll of 20,000. Lost down to ?4,0CO quick. Then I stood lo lose 2.000 in the book and bet .,000 011 a 15 to 1 shot that won. AVcll, sir, I quit the dav with ?1SO,000. Then my blood was up and I told him the story r Harry liarbeck .true story, too. Harbcck started tii the track one day and he didnt iiave carfare. We fhlpped in and when we got there gave him a dollar each to play Uberto in the mntiiels. Uberto won. and he paid .40, He was lucky from the jump and left the track ?1G,000 winner, when he started from home without carfare. Oh. well, that aint much against 50,000, said Alexander. But wait. said I, determined to get even with him. When we got back to toSvn we went byr-Judge MeMahons and Harheck heat 11 man nut of fO.OOO playing croquet. . " CuMjuet, croquet, spluttered BUI. oure a I Tom McDowell wanted to bet any old odds at all that Miss Crawford would stop before she passed the last three-eighths post in her winning race at Belmont Park October 14. "Shell die. I tell you, at the three-eighths pos,t. Shell die. If she dont, I will." But Miss Crawford was kept alive somehow, and the tall Kentuckians friends were pleased to see that he didnt carry out his threat, although lie looked very ruefully at that 20 to 00 Lane Allen twice, oa his program.
