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Anecdotes of "Joe Joe" It was during the New Orleans season some fifteen or twenty years ago when Jake Zimmerman was a real runaway horse that Joe Joe won a novel bet on him. Arthur Morgan had the mount on the old rascal and all of the other ridcr3 were telling him what p. wild ride was in store for him. Joe Joe joined in the jeering and Morgan promptly offered to bet five dollars the horse would not run away with him. Joe Joe as promptly took the bet. On the way to the start Morgan saw to it that Jake would not run off when he walked him to the post. Then when the break came, instead of sending the old fellow with his company he jogged him away with a tight rein more intent on winning the five dollars than winning the race. He cantered the old horse around the track under double wraps, but as he reached the first turn, where he had to pull up, he could not resist the temptation to crow over Joe Joe, who was hanging on the outer rail. As he turned to laugh at Joe Joe his hold of the horse loosened ever so little. It was all that Jake Zimmerman needed, and bolting out of control he circled the track four times before he could be pulbd up. Joe Joe collected. Jerry S had been put away as a harmless lunatic and Joe Joe decided he would call on him at the asyhmi one bright Sunday afternoon. The particular hallucination of Jerry was that he was a painter, and to humor his idea he was furnkhed with a bucket of water, a brush and a scaffold, where he spent most of his waking hours diligently painting. "Hello, Jerry. Dont you know me?" sung out Joe Joe, cheerily when he found his old race track friend. "Sure I do. Youre Joe Joe," called back Jerry, not once missing a stroke with the brush. "Still playing the races, Joe?" "Surest thing you know." "Ive a good thing for Wednesday Ben Ban cant miss," sung out Jerry, as he gave an extra flourish of his brush. Sure enough the next Wednesday Ben Ban was in the entries. Joe Joe studied it for some time and soliloquized. "I hate to take a tip from a bug like Jerry, but I just cant let him run loose." The race was run and Ben Ban was disgracefully beaten. Next Sunday Joe Joe made another call on Jerry. He found him on his scaffold painting away as diligently as ever. "Say, Jerry, that was some tip you gave me. He finished half way up the stretch," said Joe-Joe, ruefully. "Did you play him?" asked Jerry. "Sure I played him. You said he couldnt miss." "Get a brush," chuckled Jerry, moving over to make room on the scaffold.
