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FAMOUS TURFMEN OF DIFFERENT TYPES Phil Dwyer Pittsburff Phil and Richard Croker Notable Examples of Repressive Sort SortThe The fellow who turns himself loose when his I11V iro it ii7or edge and relieves himself by shouting until his throat cracks n n nMindlv or ivci oncer ban the chap who bottles up his feel the impression that he has ice igs 1 conveys w7ir in liis veins remarked the oldtime racing who held the now dead There were three men ii V HTJ on for masking their emotions Dwver Gorge K Smith Pitts Ill were M F P H McCarren It took bur PhiM and Senator tnihtv close observer to tell whether any one of Jllsrr Swou or lost They wore h g h l and stilicd dnilv what would be considered small ior 111 l ivy plunging umiccnstonicd to tnnes by those could rival the tones rooting si winner home Wlien McCarren Dwyer or Smith lost a good wager he was perhaps a trifle longer in taking his Held glasses down after viewing a finish and there was a tightening of the muscles Iu the jaws as though control cost an effort after all smother It as he might But with the other fellows there was no mistaking how they had fared They generally urged the jockey or the horse by name to come on and when they lost their red faces were eloquent indexes of how their money had been staked stakedJohn John E McDonald who was killed in England a few years ago was a heavy player who exploded in a red hot finish and his come on you Jimmy when Jimmy Owens or Jimmy Mara was riding some particularly gotxl thing in a steeplechase is re ¬ membered bv his friends Senator Reynolds who was quite a stiff bettor a few years ago is a noisy man at the finish find so is Big Tim Sullivan who lias long had the reputation of being a particularly I unfortunate man on a race track whether it Is be ¬ cause of the multiplicity of tips handed him or of his genius for betting on the wrong horse Some men have tills faculty and whenever Tim put his money on a horse and something won that lie had a tip on or that he fancied himself thosi in his vicinity knew all about it itI I had a splendid opportunity on one occasion to compare the temperaments of two of the most prominent men on the turf James H Kceno and Kicliard Croker It was in the early days of the Tammany chieftains turf career when he had gone into I In game under the watchful eye of Mike Dwyer DwyerAt At that time Mr Keene was almost as constant in his friendship and companionship with Pliilin f Dwyer as Mr Croker was with t he younger of the famous turfmen and at Gravesend especially they were much seen aliout the stewards and judges enclosures You all remember that Mr Keene had two pretty smart horses in Domino and Hornpipe while Mr Croker had a sturdy champion in Dobbins Dobbins and Domino ran a sensational dead heat at Slieepshead Bay in a match for 10000 a side when they were twoyearolds and the war ¬ fare was resumed a year later laterDomino Domino was not as good at three as he had been at two and Hornpipe was undoubtedly a much bet ¬ ter colt than the previous year so that he was chosen on a number of occasions to oppose Dobbins in some of the most valuable of the spring stakes for threeyearolds I think it was the Carlton Stakes at a mile In which they met when the scene I have in my mind was enacted enactedMr Mr Croker smoking his usual big black cigar which he had just lit sauntered into the stand nodded to ColonerSimmonsat that time the presiding judge and stdbdiioine distance to the left and neir the foot of the stairs leading to the stewards stand in which M F iDwyer was talking to his brother Philip and Iticliard Hyde The horses paraded to tothe the iHist 1 asf y turned at the stand and lined linedup up preparatory to tfio start Mr Kecne entered the gate and stood at the right some twentyfive or thirty feel from Mr Croker CrokerWhen When starter Uowc dropped the flag Dobbins and Hornpipe jumped away together and rounding the turn there was nothing to choose between them Their feet fairly spurned the ground and the dust rose in little clouds at each touch of their flying hoofs The others in the field were quickly out ¬ stripped strippedThe The owners of the splendid colts had their glasses leveled on them as they dashed along lip tin backslretcli and around tho turn the superb threc yoarohls nodded head and head with no apparent advantage their jockeys sitting motionless and the rolts running on their courage Once straightened Continued oa second page FAMOUS TURFMEN OF DIFFERENT TYPES ned from tin ill for home b ilh Iniys tlriw Illeir xylilps and the struggle for supremacy was oil in earnest Each knew that he had a dead game horse under him and the thongs cracked like pistol shots as the whalebone was plied Neither pliedNeither could shake off the other and though tiie punishment was merciless the pair of magnificent thoroughbreds ran straight and true A hundred yards from the wire Mr Keene could stand the strain no longer and jumping up and down shouted in a frenzy Hornpipe Hornpipe Hornpipe He was vociferating Hornpipe when the pair dashed past the judges Hornpipes bay muzzle a couple of inches in front of Dobbins DobbinsI I was watching Mr Croker intently and all through the race not so much as a niuscle twitched His massive jawsr were set aggressively Lowering his glasses as the finishing line was passed the black cigar dropped at his feet bitten clean through throughI I wasnt in England when Mr Croker won the Derby with Orby but some of my friends were present and they say that he showed considerable emotion on that occasion It is only natural that he should do so under the circumstances for tiie Derby Is the prize for which all turfmen strive and to win It with a horse of your owii breeding intensifies the pleasure pleasureI I dont think Mr Croker was especially keen for racing when he first took it up in this country He went into it more as a recreation than anything else being in search of relaxation from political cares but be grew to like it and it has unquestion ¬ ably given him more pleasure than anything else this past fifteen years though he is fond of golf and fishing and swims with the ardor of a boy boyI I have heard that Mr Croker and Mike Dwyer lost n heavy wager that day at Grayesend when Hornpipe beat Dobbins but I ani positive that Mr Keene didnt have a penny on his colt for I heard him say so that evening at Delmonicos Neverthe ¬ less the joy of winning1 and the desire to get his colt home first caused him to show more emotion than his more phlegmatic rival for turf honors honorsYou You folks should have been around in the old days a quarter of a century or more ago When the late Col Frank M Hall and others of the Maryland contingent were racing spoke up a veteran turf ¬ man You talk about your rooters of the present day Maryland and Virginia were where they raised them and today Jack Joyner Jimmy Rowe Theo flore Coles the Garths Billy and Woods are pretty fair representatives of the old school schoolI I remember a race at old Pimlieo where Ella Warfield beat a big field of horses in one of their long races the Dixie or the Breckenridge when Frank Hall her owner jumped out of the timers stand after the finish and ran shouting down the course after his mare It was fully twenty feet from the platform of the stand to the track but the tall Marylander made the flight like a bird birdIf If Jack Joyner made the sedate English race ¬ goers stare at Sandown last autumn by his rebel yells when he pnlled off a coup with one of the Whitney horses Im sure he worked In a few notes he learned while training Bess Patrocles and other thoroughbreds for Davis Hall In the eighties though I must say Jack always had a pretty fair repertoire of his own I recall one occasion at Mon irionth Park when Joyner won a race with the big chestnut gelding Chesapeake by St Blalse BlalseHe He and Davy Johnson outdid themselves that day They rooted so loudly and so long that no Iwrty paid any attention to the race but watched the antics of the pair Chesapeake was winning by a hundred yards but that made no difference the rebel yell sounded till the numbers went up and then there were a few extra whoops of joy for good measure measureI I saw a rooting bee last spring that for spon ¬ taneity beat anything else that ever came under my observation interposed a listener It was at the Gravesend track A bunch of jockeys and valefs were in the stand reserved for their accommo ¬ dation in the paddock paddockThere There was a twoyearold race on the card and the first part of the race was run in abs61ute silence Suddenly a brown colt bearing the Belmont colors shot out of the ruck and the moment the cherry and maroon jacket showed a concerted shout of Come on you Dugan sounded1 from a score or more of youth ¬ ful throats in the paddock stand Everybody turned in that direction and for the rest of the race the tattoo of feet on the floor the snapping of fingers Come on yon Dngan in highpitched tones drowned nil other sounds The listeners almost suspected that somebody in that stand had an oral bet on the Belmont entry entryI I was rather amused during the recent Saratoga meeting at an occurrence in the clubhouse broke in still another member of the party A man who has had some experience as a racing official and who likes to make an oral wager occasionally had heard of what he thought was an extraordinarily good thing Sporting Life was the horses name I think and the odds were 50 or 60 to 1 A commissioner who is as witty as he is popular laid the official an oral wager of 500 to 10 and promptly forgot Sporting Life During the running of the race the official was silent till the turn into the stretch was reached He was standing near the commissioner with whom he had wagered It Wjis a big field and there was a similarity of colors between those worn by the favorite and the outsider Sporting Life Both horses were chestnut in color Oh you Sporting Life Here he comes shouted the official Get your colors judge called back the com ¬ missioner Bring home the bacon yon Sporting Life sang the official who was now dancing with excitement Study your colors judge again counselled the commissioner arid just then the line was reached aifd Sporting Life was far in the ruck The official joined in the laugh at his expense and has probably studied his colors ere this thisOne One of the best lauchs I ever had on a race track was at the old Monmouth Park track when Jl B Haggin ran a pretty smnrt ttioyearolil named Faux Pas There was a Jerseyman with the red clay on his boots and the approved style of whiskers on his chin which all simon pure Jersey farmers are supposed to wear sitting near me It rtas in the old wooden stand and as It was Satur ¬ day and a big card was on for decision we were pretty well crowded together The race was started and our farmer promptly jumped1 to his feet and vociferated Ive got my money on Fox Pass Come on vou Fox Pass corisarn ye He got the laugh but the louder we laughed the stronger he rooted nor did he cease till Casey Winchell pulled the filly up a winner in handy fashion fashionIt It was at New Orleans that I heard a woman scream come on you Eagle Light and Egallte promptly came out of the ruck and accommodated her in spite of the merriment of those members of the French contingent present I guess you can root in auv old languacc and whats the odds so long as your horse gets home first New York Sun
