in the eighth, Abbemite win gets up in a four or five horse scramble.
it was an open race and one I should have stayed out of.
In the ninth, they let the public Have one.
Luella Primrose.
the horse had failed consistently at short odds and today got on its own pace without a challenger.
one for the ladies, and how they screamed.
a pretty name.
they'd been losing their drawers on the thing all through the meet.
most of the cards are as reasonable as this, and it would seem possible to make a living at the track against the 15 percent take.
but the outside factors beat you.
the heat.
tiredness. people spilling beer on your shirt.
screaming. stepping on your feet.
women showing their legs.
pickpockets. touts.
madmen. I was $24 ahead going into the ninth race and there wasn't a play in the ninth.
