and contributed.

Dinkalorum started off in the lead like a pale streak and I
immediately bought an entirely new set of furniture for the flat.

About half way around a locomotive whistle happened to blow near
by. Dinkalorum, being a Union horse, thought it was six o'clock
and refused absolutely to work a minute overtime.

I had to put the furniture back in the store.

In the next race I decided to play a system of my own invention so
I took my program, counted seven up, four down and two up, all of
which resulted in Pink Slob at 60 to 1.

It looked good and I handed Isadore Longfinger $10 for the purpose
of tearing $600 away from him a little later on.

Pink Slob got away in the lead but he made the mistake of walking
fast instead of running, with the result that when the other horses
were back in the stable Pinkie was still giving a heel and toe
exhibition around near third base.

It wasn't my day, so I squeezed into the thirst parlor and bathed
my injured feelings with sarsaparilla.

Just before the last race I ran across Bunch. He was over $300 to
the good and he wanted to treat me to a lot of kind words he felt
like saying about himself.