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THE WASHiyG-TQjy TIMES. SUNDAY, BECEMBEE 9, 1894.
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Holiday AnnounGemenTM
JCWCLCRi AINU 2)LVtK51VllIn5,
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Plain Match Safe, lrora $1.75 up.
no
9 Pennsylvania Avenue
Tooth Pick
Caao, from
75c. np.
The extraordinary success attending our display of Christmas Novelties in last Sunday's Post prompts us to address the readers of "The Times"
in a similar manner. We ran short of some of the goods early in the week, but can assure them of a full stock Monday morning.
These are the 35c Hat
Pins. ,
The 60c. Veil Pins.
The 60c. Emeries.
The 50c. Sewing Wax.
The Solid Silver Toilet
Ware.
The 75c Silver Wreath
Pin.
The $1 Silver Double
Wreath Pin.
Here are some other things
we want you to see.
Gat Markers, from COc.
AgJ?-' ziSr &
Key King from 50c. np.
Seal, $2.00.
I Rtlitt,fcc.
Czarina Buckles from f 1 up. iKJBb L
Pocket Combs from 76c. up. (&'fet&fel $J0
Bat Pins, from 91 np
Washington Souvenirs.
A Dainty Gift for Friends Away from
Washington.
Key Tags, 45c.
Traveling Tags from SI up.
All Goods Engraved Free of Charge,
fll flfplp Spoon! 3L5a
&
KallfUe,3J. Hoox,$l.
'LJiL. J X J k J J JL JL L 4 j
Jewelers and Silversmiths,
09 Pennsylvania Avenue
OUT FOR 8PQRT HND MONEY
Mm Hathawau Spends a Dey at the Races
at Alexander Island.
I have been to the races.
I lmve seen all sorts and condit'ons of men
and wctnen mad with the hope of gettintr
something lor nothing. I have seon women
state their last cent on the uncertainty that
lies in four thoroughbred hoofs, and I have
como to realize, as never before, how tbo love
of Gambling may develop into a master pas
sion. I have Eeen men and women of every
age, of high social position and of no social
position at all, using the races as the merest
prelect for something on which to wager
money. I have seen women playing the races
in a way most Washington people would
scarcely believe possible.
I went to the races at the Alexander Island
rar e traok Thursday afternoon. I took the
12 40 train across the Long Bridge, and It
was dark when I returned.
The train, by the way, was packed. There
were plenty of quiet, every-day people on
board bound for Alexandria and Washington's
suburbs on the Virginia shore, but that the
majority of the passengers v;ere on their way
to the races was ovideut. They wero a good
natured set, though their conversation was
races, races and nothing but races.
Well, Billy Boy's a good horse, anyway,"
was the first thing I heard after taking my
seat The spoaker was a stout, red-facod
man with sport written all ovor him.
"lee, ho is," responded his companion,
another man off the same pioce, "and think
ing so cost me 50."
lhere w6 a ripple of laughter at that, and
tbo man who had lost tho money seemed
really to enjoy i ho Joke more than anyone
cite.
The train had scarcely started before a man
came through the car. roaring out tho com
mand to buy race badges o f him and avoid
the crowd at the gates. Ho held n number of
Si bills foldod lengthwise down the middle in
cne hand, and waved thorn with a dazzling
effect of oareless opulence. I old not bu a
badge, for, thanks either to lrgmia chivalry
or a keen tne to business, women are admitted
to the grand stand free of charge.
It was only the thortest kind of a journey
to the race track, and on the flats beyond
Jackson City the train came to a standstill.
There was n rush out tho door and down the
steps, and I went with the crowd, tho lono
fiome feeling that a woman has when she
feels that she Is in a place wbero there ought
to be a great many more other sex to support
her, growing on me at every step. There was
only an interminable stretch of white-washed
fence, with the sign "Keep your badge in
sight" displayed everywhere I had an in
distinct impression of several narrow toll
gates and innumerable gate keepers telling
rue to pass on,. before I found the grana
stand before me.
It was up a flight of stairs and was unlike
any grand stand I hud ever seen. It was en
closed on all sides to form a great bare hall
witbjaeries of shallow steps for a floor,and a
great bin stove In the middle. The front was
a row of large winaows looking out on the
track, and at tlin further end were stairs lead
ing down Into the betting ring.
The sporting editor of The Times, In whose
wake I had come over to the track, found ma
a chair In the very middle of tha row of win
d3Wd, and left me to my own devices.
It was a perfect day, almost balmy in its
mildness, with not a cloud In tho sky. 1
opened the window and looked out on the
magnificent view of Washington that lay be
yond the sky-blue ribbon the river made.
The Monument seemed near enough to touch,
and indeed, I think the view of it from the
Island grand stand is quite the finest to be
bad.
1 was the thirteenth woman to enter tho
grand stand, but I was not more than com
fortably eettled before other women began to
come in, until the row of chairs nearest tho
window was filled and two or three rows back
of it were occupied. The women in the chairs
were of every class of society. There was one
at my right who is prominent in nn exclusive
circle of really tho best society. A negro
AT THE ENTOAKCE.
woman, almost the only one in tho grand
stand, tat just behind her. The wife of a
veterinary surgeon, with suspiciouslv blonde
hair showing above tho collar of a rough
tweod ulster, sat in front of her. Kenrer me
was tho wife of a man who owns horses. She
was quietly and fashionably dressed and
chewed gum all afternoon. There wero sov
eral women who might have been anything
m tho world commonplace and respectable.
There were some who might have been any
thing in tho world uncommon and not ex
actly respectable. There were Beveral chorus
girls. There was the landlady of a theatrical
boaraing-houso, and thero wbb a fashionable
modiste. There were diamonds in plenty and
rouge to spare. There wore fashionable gowns
and last year's frocks, but for the dazzling
toilets the fashion magazines show us under
tho name of racing costumes I looked in vain.
There were no dazzlingly beautiful women.
There wore not evon any romarkaoly chio
women. The crowd was simply mixed, and
the women were there to bet, and bet they
did.
At my right sat a brunette with handsome
dark eyes. I fancied the color on her cheeks
was the kind that comes in boxes, but perhaps
I wrong her. Sho was accompanied by a
woman of perhaps thirty-five, with a sweet,
though worn face. Each of them bad a rac
ing card, and what they did not know about
the races is really not worth mentioning.
"I lost 66 yesterday," said the elder, "but,
then, this has been an unlucky week with me.
I've heard of nothing but death all week.
Mr. ," I could not catch the name, though
I was listening with all the ears nature gave
mo, "had a daughter dio this week con
sumption and I got a letter from who Is
that, Mayme?"
Mnyme looked up as a stunning looking
woman came down tho stand. Sho did not
know tho woman's name, but somebody be
hind me said it was Frank's "lady friend"
from New York. Frank's "lady friend" had
on a marvel of a coat of brown brocade, the
great sleeves of cream-colored satin Btrlped
across with rows of beaver fur. Her skirt
was black satin, jmd the bodice, displayed
when tho coat was opened, was of blue bro
cade. Sho was altogether very pronounced
and very conscious of her finery.
Mayme's attention was engaged just 'then
by a humpbacked young man who camo up
from tho ring to give her a tip on the first
race. Ho was only one of a half dozen yonng
men who came up during tho afternoon.
'D'ye seo that girl over there?" he asked,
pointing to a rather hard-faced young woman
on my left who had a touch of rougo on her
cheeks. "Thnt'b the champion lady oars
man of the world."
Mayme and her companion, whose name
I discovered to be Jen, were not at all favor
ably impressed with tho female atnlote. They
even hinted that sho won her last race be
cause her opponent fainted.
"O, I'll have a fit if I don't get a lend pen
cil!" exclaimed Mayme, as a man wrote the
names of scratched hordes on a blackboard in
front of the- judges' stand.
I offered her mine, which sho accepted
gratefully. Her mother appeared just thon
and I moved nlong to make room for the old
lady. Sho was not a lovely old lady. She
wore a small walking hat and a black vol
veteen jacket trimmed with astrakhan. She
carried a small black bag and her gloves
needed mending badly.
The names of tbo jockeys and the numbers
carried by tho horses were run up on what
looked like a gallows just inside the ring and
my neighbors studied thorn attentively.
"Bobolink ought to como very near win
ning," said Mayme, sagely. "He's got a good
mount. But I don't think I'll touch the raco.
The odds are 3 to 5 on Bobolink, and that's
not enough to win."
Bobolink was a favorite, and a coarse
looking woman just behind mo gave a mes
senger 65 to place on him. Tbo messengers.
who aro set aside for the use of the grand
stand, wear blue uniforms with a little gold
loco. Most of tho bots, however, did not go
to tho ring In the band of messengers. Every
woman seemed to have a man friend or two
who camo up now and thon to glvo her tho
Intest information as to tho odds in the bet
ting ring below. My head fairly whirled with
the talk on every sido.
"I like Bobolink to win," said a young
man whom Maymejcalled Fenimore, "and Ye
nusberg for place."
"I'm not going to touch tho raco," said
Mayme, but just thon a man in tho crowd
under tne window called out to her with one
finger raised: "Evon money on Yenusborg for
place!" and Fenimore went off with a dollar
to place on Yenusberg.
Tho old lady hud played a dollar on Yenus
berg and ono on Ynrse, whom she backed
to como in third, with a jumble of race track
slang that was worso than Greek to me.
"Can you see who Is Verse's mount?" she
asked me.
"Mount?" I repeated vaguely.
"Ye3, it's over there. "Who's going to ride
him?"
I read tho jockey's name, and the old lady
shut her lips close together and nodded.
"Is this your first race?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered, hoping that I Bhould
not be struck dead for the falsehood. "I've
been to trotting races before, but I've never
seen anyone bet, and I wish you'd tell me
how you do it."
"Oh, you mustn't get infatuated with it,"
Bho answered with a motherly air. "It's a
great risk a groat risk. Why, here I've bet
money on Yenusberg, but" plaintively "I
don't know whether I'm In It."
"It must bo fascinating." I said, while all
the women near looked curiously at the
woman who had neyerseen betting, till I be
gan to feel uncomfortable.
'Ye3, it is. I've been coming hero for six
months. I play very careful, and I come out
about eveu. 0, Madam!" she called, catch
ing sight of a masculine looking woman back
of us whom I recognized as a fashionable
dressmaKer, who bears a namo distinguished
in American history, "what are you play
ing?" "Bobolink to win, Yenusberg for place,"
responded Madam.
"See, they're going to start now." said my
new friend. "I'm glad I played Yenusberg.
Madam comes here nearly every day, and
ah8 plays as careful as I do. She loves it."
Somebody cried, "They're off!" and tho
woman behind mo, who had $5 on Bobolink,
leaned so far forward she seriously endan
gered ,tho plumes on my hat, which aro the
applo of my eye. Everybody stood up.
"Look at Yenusberg! Look at Yenusberg'"
screamed Mayme. "Sho'll win! Come in!
Gome in!"
It was only a dash of four and ono-half fur
longs, and Bobolink won, with Yenusborg
second, and Yerso third. Everybody seemed
happy.
"Thank God!" said the woman who had
leaned on my plumes. "I wanted to win. I
wanted to pay Marie that S5 1 owe her. Do
you know" to a young, short-haired woman
in red "I love that girl. I'd do anvthing for
her. I'd give her anything but my life."
A rather pretty brunette at my left had won
on Bobolink, and was smiling at everybody.
Sho was dressed offecth ely.
"She's no good," whispered Mnymo's
mother to me. "Neither is that girl with tho
velvet sleeves. There's lots of that kind here.
They don't think anything of betting 310, but
most of us bet only a dollar at a time. I don't
know anybody hero except a few acquaint
ances and some gentlemen friends."
One of tho "gentlemen friends" was an out
and out tout, but the old woman pronounced
him verynlco and offered to introduce him to
me. I declined with thanks, though I must
say that tho faces of the men who seemed to
spend their lives on raco tracks wero de
cidedly kind, if their manners and English
were funny.
"He told mo coming out on tho train that
Con Luoy would win this race," I heard
want enough to reach the spot, and not just a
little to stick in my throat."
The old lady expressed herself as being
thirsty and I invited her to take a glass of
beer at my expense. My conscience hurt mo
for doing it, but I argued that she would
drink it during the afternoon in any case, and
I might just ob well gain her good will.
"The ladies' room was just off tho grand
stand and was presided over by a tall, old
colored woman in a calico dress, a knitted
shawl and a veritable old-time slat sun-bonnet
of calico. She took our order and returned
with two tiny glasses of beer. Five cents was
the fee exacted for the service.
Mayme'6 mother and I were not the only
occupants of the room. A woman whom you
and I would assuredly never call on was Bit
ting at a little table eating an oyster stew.
"0, say," sho said to the very woman my
companion had called no good, "did you
hear about Fan? Fan had awful luck about
her money. Somebody welched it."
Just what happened to Fan's money is, by
the way, still a dense mystery to me. "
The old lady did not bet on tho fourth raco,
but Madam did, and so did Jen. Jen was in
a fever of impatience over tho non-appear-
EXCIUNGIUa OriNIOSS OF THE HOUSES.
Maymo say as the horses camo dancine side
ways Into the traok before the second raco.
"Iwant to play him for place," Bald her
mother, and, indeed, the cautious old woman
only selected horses to play for placo in overy
race, nnd was bitterly disappointed when the
book-makers were not placing such bets.
Con Luoy ran second, much to tho disgust
of a child of ten or twelve, who thrust her
head out of my window nnd yollod lustily.
Sho wore a short scarlet frock and, tho old
lady said, was the daughter of a horse owner.
I thought she had far better have been In
school, as I looked at ber tense, bard little
face and hoard her glib talk of odds and
mounts and weights, nnd goodness knows
what else of race-track argot.
"My! look at that coming from tho pad
dock," said Jon. I looked out into tho space
between the grand stand and tho ring. It
was filled with a crowd of men young men
with the thick-necked look of the modern
college mnn; men who might have beon Sunday-school
superintendents perhaps they
were broken down sports, stable men, an
aotor I knew, the druggist lrom our corner
pharmacy, book-makers, business men and
men in office. Tho "that" which had at
tracted Jen's attention was n$t tho little boy
in loathor leggings down therewith his father,
nor yet the stable mnn's little girl who had a
tiny pug pup in her arms. It was a woman
making her way to tho grand stand. Her
gown was a striking combination of old-rose
and pale blue, and there were violets under
the brim of her hat. Sho was attended by a
weak-eyed young man, and she spent the
afternoon posingin tho grand stand or walk
ing in the paddock. "She is a lady from
Now York," tho woman In red behind me
said.
"Are there any refreshments to bo had
here?" I asked the old lady on my right.
"Yes," she said. "You can get lovely beer
up thero in tho ladles' room. There is no
drinking in tho grand stand. You can get a
glass of beer for 5 cents, but they only givo
you a thimDleful of whisky for 15 cents. I
always take beer, for when I take whisky I
nnco of tho fnithful Fenimoro, who had
heretoforo beon on hand to take bots.
"Sydo opened 15 to 1." she, cried, "and I
can't got n cent on him. and ho'll be down to
oven money beforo they go to tho post. That's
just my luck!"
When Fenimore did appear ho expressed
it as his opinion that Semper Yivo colt would
win. Nobody hoarkened to him but Madam,
and when tho race was over Madam was the
only winner in our vicinity.
"I played Ida B.," said a woman several
Beats off, sadly, "and didn't get a sight."
The love of gambling is contagious, and by
this time I began to want to bet on some
thing myself. Evory other woman in tho
stand was botting, and I could resist the
temptation no longer.
"Let mo go in with you," I said to tho old
woman.
"Are you lucky?" sho asked, anxiously.
"Sometimes," I said.
"Sextusiftugbt to win," remarked a young
fellow a handsome young fellow whom
Maymo called "Count."
"I liko Sextus to win," snid Fenimora,
with the air of one who knows. "I'vo got
$10 on bim."
"Play Bextus," murmured a man in a mili
tary coat, who ought to have been in better
company, to the woman who had leaned on
my hat.
Everybody said Sexlus, 60 Sextus we
played. Each of us put in 50 cents, and Fen
imoro brought us a ticket printed with an
elaborate 6croll work in pale tan. At the
top in blue letters were the word3 Potomac
Club. Thero was a bluo "J" on the card, too,
and tho number "229" in red letters. "Four-(2)-Sox"
was written in poncil. It was the
first card of the sort I ever saw, and I mean
to keep it as a souvenir of the occasion.
I hadn't noticod before how long the horses
were getting off. Thistime they seemed
hours at it, and they tried a start again and
again, until thoy succeeded in starting Sex
tus nearly last. Then tho race was run and
Sextus was bringing up tho rear as the horses
flashed past tho stand. "That man couldn't
start a dog," said Jen, in disgust.
"Never mind," cried the old lady, my part
ner in the nefarious operation, "it says in the
Bible: 'The last shall be first. The last shall
be first.' He'll win yet."
But not withstanding Scripture warrant,
Sextus did not win. I don't know who did.
Sextus. I know, did nofc There are those who
say that losing is next best fun to winning,
but I don't seo any fun in it, and I shall never
ceaso to regret my 50 cents.
Tho old lady looked at me reproachfully,
but the way the woman In red behind mo
turned quito pale gave me a heartache for her,
for even if I wouldn't have called on her,
sho was a woman, and I bad lost 50 cents my
self. The last race made little Impression on me.
The woman in red played Belle Blackburn,
against whom the odds, I think, were SO
tol.
,"It's always, a good plan to play long
shots," said the man in tho military coat,
"for when you do win you make such a big
pile you can afford to lose."
Tho old lady refused to bet, even at Feni
more's urging.
"Play Flushing," said he. "Taylor is rid
ing him. Taylor is square, too. He's the
squarest jock on tho track. Why, he wouldn't
sell a raco unless he got a good big sum
for it."
Tho SO to 1 shot failed, but Madam and
Mayme won, f nd were all smiles.
"I'll see you on Saturday," said the old
lady as wo parted. "I don't come Fridays,
you know, it's bad luck. If you get here first
save mo a chair. It's luck to have the same
chair again. I'll see you Saturday, and I
hope you'll win."
After that we all ran for the cars and that a
dozen people weren't killed is just the merest
accident, for the crowd clung to the moving
train and climbed aboard before it had come
to a standstill.
I heard no profanity at the race track. I
saw no evidences of "ill feeling. Everybody
was good natured and even tho people" who
camo homo penniless seemed in good spirits.
Thero was no "plunging" among tho
women, and a 520 bet is considered a very
largo one. Most of the women who play do
it carefully, systematically, and do it day
after day and week after weok till It becomes
their chief occupation in life.
Playing tho races may be an innocent little
pastime, but tor my part I think there may be
two opinions about it. Personally, I don't
think it pays, and if you havo daughters, I
THE GUEST CHAMBER.
ill Jllf
in ji ij I HI, -4'N' -L rM&
A Few Practical Hints As to the .Manner
of Keeping It.
Do not keep the bed In the spare room.
V "made up." IthoId3 cold and dampness, is
not neat, and neither Is it healthy.
WThen a guest is to occupy it in cold
weather turn, on the heat and open the win
dows for two hours at least; then shut tho
windows, and leave the heat on. If you.
have no furnace heat of any sort, you will
have a stove, as a matter of course. Follow
tho same tales with the he at that yoa have.
Do not put into your spare room all the
things in the house that you don't care to seo
yourself all the old pictures that you have
outgrown, for instance, and the shabby orna
ments. Keep it rather bare of decoration, ex
cept a hearty welcome, which excels all that
can be bought. Have a desk in the room, ii
possible, and keep it supplied with paper an 1
pens and Ink. See thatthe infcis Ink and net
clots of black stuff. Leave a few postage
stamps. Have a pretty little jar somewhere
in the room, and when your guest is to arrive
put a few delicate fresh crackers into it. A
guest is often faint for a mouthful, at some
unaccustomed time for the family visited, and
may for want of that mouthful be made
wretched. In the house ot another it Is not
easy to ask for a "bite out of time."
If you have on the bed your very best
spread of any kind that you dread to see
soiled, keep in the closet a cover new ci
perfectly clean, such as you have for sweep
ing. Say, "If you like to He down there Is a
rug or coverlet here on this shelf rethrow
over you." That is if you have not a lounge.
In either case keep somewhere In the room a
blanket of some kind, to use when taking a
nap.
See that the toweU are always fresh. That
you havo a couple of wash cloths, and that a
pitcher of warm water is set down at the doer
every morning, for it may bo a necessity ol
existence.
If your visitor has a child that she Is afraid
will fall out of bed, and you have no crib to
givo her, do not mako a barricade of chairs,
but get your lapboard and push it down be
tween tbo side of the bedstead and the mat
tress and you will have a perfect protection
against all rolling off the mattress. It is so
very simple that one wonders that It ha3 not
been tbonght of in evory household. Another
use for a lapboard Is that when an invalid 13
taken to drive In any carriage public or pri
vato that has seats opposite to eaeh other,
that a perfect bed can be made by simply
slipping the all-useful lapboard under one
cushion of each opposito seat Push up close
to the sides of the carriage, put a pillow over
the board and you have a bed.
If you want to keep your babies from kick
ing off the coverings, pin them in on each
side. Take a largest size safety pin and pin
through tho blankets, and the shpet to the
mattress underneath. Leave enough "lee
way" for tho restless little feet, and yet not
too much. Experience will tell vou just how
i much and ju3thow little to leave. It is highly
.dangerous for children ot any age to throw
off the bed clothing, and much bowel
I trouble i3 very often tho result. Then every
body wonders "how that child ever caugnt
cold." Always have a candle and matches en
tho candlestick in your spare room, for all
sorts of occasions may arise when it will ba
much needed. Kathebise Foot.
AXSE WATCHES THE HORSES.
say, keep them away from the race track. If
you have sons try to keep them at home, and
if you have money yourself stay on this side
of tho river and put it in the bank. It may
not be so exciting, but it pays better in the
on Auxe Hathawat.
Chocolate Mints
Are the proper thing for after dinner. We
use pure Caraca's Chocolate and finest
English Peppermint, scientifically manip
ulated; S3 eta. pound.
W. 8. GILL OMDY GO,
1223 PEN N.AVE.
Formerly of F St.
VAI, BLATZ BEER.
CamiHcTJrso.
Some women aro famous for one thing1,
some for another. Camilla Urbo.for instance,
has become a household word because of her
artistic manipulation of "do fiddle and da
bow." Camille Urso's daughter, on the
other hand, has achieved greatness as a
darntr. Her success may not have been
so widely talked about as her mother's.but it
Is none the Ies3 sure. Some one who has met
her declares that never was there such im
possible needlework as she Is able to achieve.
She can takp a stocking and insert a small
patch by neat and careful lapping of the
woven edges until there Isn't a signofit3
having been mended at all. "Indeed," so
say the enthusiastic admirers, "it's a sort of
work that we read of our great grandmothers
having done when they snipped holes in their
bibs and tuckers just for the sake of
mending them most perfectly."
m
VAI, BLATZ BEER.
k &lbMju.

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