THOSE HORSE-RACE MEN.

Patea Mail, Volume II, Issue 185, 17 January 1877, Page 4

THOSE HORSE-RACE MEN.

o- ■ [i-'IiUM Till-: DKTitolT. Fill'. 1C I'UKSS.] All:.;. CuoficKit, of Detroit. loves to read a daily paper. Elm beyius at the name and reads to the last line of the fourth paye, skipping nothing The hasn’t a drst-chass col.'i-yo education, but. it is seldom that any tinny printed in die papers is too inn.-h for her. Sim yol •'■'slmdc” the olimr day, however, and this Is bow it happened : There was a report of a horse race, and she beyan to read it. Sim yot down to where it said " Jo!m Jay names y.y. Dick,” and she

mused : *• ilc names g.g., docs he? I’ve Loon to races several times, ami 1 never saw a g.g. round there.” (‘■die pn/;:h’d over it until old Mr Thompson came over to borrow u lew dollies pins, and sire asked him what it. could mean. John Jay names g,g.,” he mused, £ why that’s as plain as day. ile names a. gray gout, oi course, anil the name ol' that gray goat is u Dick.’ ” i: What is a goat doing at a horse race?” asked Airs Crocker. t; I don’t know,” lie replied ; “ but John Jay had one there, as sure as you’re born.” hdm took the paper and read that James Thomas named b.m. Troubadour, and she wanted to know what on earth it meant. “ That means that means.” lie replied, scratching his head, “ that means that James Thomas has Ids hig mule there, and that this big mule was named ‘ Troubadour.’ ” “ 1 never heard of a mule trotting at . a horse race,” she protested- - Tut it seems lids was a big nude, and so they let him in,” lie explained. Tim next tiling she found was that Peter if lack named ins b.c. Nancy for tim 2 -R) dash. “ i'oii know what that means, do von ?” as she handed the old man the paper. \es, 1 do,” was tim prompt ivply. " if 1 km-.w my business, and 1 think 1 do, fori owned seven horses ami seven sulkies in my time, that means ile.it Peter Thick named his black calf fur tbe dasli.” “ Oil, pshaw ! “ Very well, Airs Crocker, ifyou know all about racing, why do you ask me ?” £; Do yon suppose that I. am fool enough to believe that a black call is mimed to trot in a horse race ? You are getting to be a ibid, Air Thompson.” I guess not—l guess I know my business.” “ Yon get out of this yard., sir!” she yelled. “ I don't pretend to know much, but 1 know in a minute more than you do in fourteen days ! ’ “ Very Well, Airs Crocker, very well. I was going to burrow Some of your clot lies-pins, but now 1 won’t, hang me if I do ! ■’ blio ran for the hoe and lie for the gate, and if anybody has ever wondered over seeing a Cra\vf«ml-streefc woman rushing a bald-headed, man along the side-walk, this article can tie tak-. n as an explanation, like man doesn’t live who can make old Airs Crocker believe that a black calf lias anything to do with a race.