The evening world. Newspaper, August 23, 1902, Page 3

Women Furnish the Wonder Background for the Saratoga Race-Track (Special to The Evening World.) SARATOGA, N. Y., Aug. 23.—The real aristocrat of the Saratoga race track is the man who pays 50 cents to put the fence between himself and the outside world. A place Is re- served for him, and in that place he fs secure, No man may penetrate to his stamping ground from the main grand stand—not even though the would-be penetrator be equipped with a club member's badge. True, the place reserved for the aristocrat of the course is remote from the finish line and is separated from the rest of the inclosure de- voted to patrons by a high wire fence. The 50-cent race patron at Saratoga is a man apart. He asso- ciates with his kind. He bets his dollar bill with the same degree of knowledge as to its ultimate desti- nation as does the man on the other side of the fence, who pays his $3 for an admission ticket. It Is this that makes the Saratoga race track different from any other in the United States. The man of half-dollar calibre is the real thing here. His domain belongs to him exclusively. The fact that the half- dollar person is the aristocrat of the race track constitutes all that makes Saratoga the most democratic place where horses run for gain in America. To the westward of the high fence that holds in the fractional currency bettors is the only place where the possession or lack of money does not count for or against in Saratoga. It is the grand stand, club-house and betting ring of the most representa- tive race course in America. ‘WITH THE RICHEST. Admission to this section is ob- tainable by the power of money. If @ man has money enough to pay for 8 club-house ticket he may associate 1—Carroll Big Tim Sullty 2—Jene Comminky, 3—Big Tim, 4—Two Spot. arrives and holds a levce on the yreen, He Scene. brokers on the Stock Exchange who have never did the business in a day that is done by individual cherp vis- aged pencilers in the Saratoga ring. Sheepshead Bay track or Morris Park inspire one on a big day when one of the handicaps that bring a fortune to the owner of the winner ia to be run. The great stands are packed, the sound of music is in the air; in the betting ring men fight with each other for the privilege of gam- bling on the strength, nerve ani wind of a horse. But a big day at the New York tracks Is garish in its impression. It is an occasion that leaves in the minds of those who have experienced {t a remembrance like unto those haunting the s eeping Young Mr. Fleischmann takes Mr. Paget from the track, Sport. “Rubbering” at Canfleld’s, John Mackey, manager of the Haxgin atable, and “Paddy the Pig,” of New Ge © ounel a? i up Se HoocK 6—Tom Dunn, 7—Tom Smith. shaking hands with Two Spot McMahon, while John Carroll passes by with « cold stare on his way to the betting ring to pul a bet down om Nine Spot. — silently with the richest people in| hours of the surviving victim of a the country, even though it case of sleeping in the park with him at night. A man with the where- withal for a $3 ticket is not allowed to roam to the club-house, but what makes the Saratoga track remarkable | day the long, cool grand stand js! is the fact that the club-house comes | crowded with women gowned accord-| to him, In reality the hub of the Saratoga | course is the betting ring. The 5v- cent aristocrat has his betting ring all to himself, He makes four-dollar plunges on a_ long shot with the assurance that no} hundred-dollar peti, is going to! butt in and fo down the} odds, In -he big ring the club- house and grand stand contingents mix, and one may have a wager of whet {s left out ~ a five-dollar bill after admission 18 paid registered next to that of one who beta his thousands, Day in and day out no race track has ever witnessed such heavy play as that which distinguishes Saratoga, The aristocrats of the ring make their room rent plunges, but over where the club-house and grand stand people mingle men make bets of thousands, and most of them, if they forgot to cash in, they would never know it. The amount of money that goes thiough the banda of the bookmaker on every race 1s pimost apnalung, There are many bia free, be a train wreck. BACKGROUND IS WOMAN. Tt is different ir Saratoga, Every day ts a big race day here. Every ing to the dictates of the smartest modistes. Women predominate in the stand and in the club-house boxes—great bouquets of women fill! the eye, chattering, laughing care- most fortunate indeed that there | are men able and willing to mold them into so charming a background for so inspiring a picture, Day after day they are in their places, these Saratoga racetrack women, and when, under similar circumstances, grend stands of the metropolitan dis- trict tracks would be vistas of plain pine seats, here the background 1s woman, Strangely enough, the Saratoga type ,of diamond-carrying woman does not prevail. The obese female, whose ornaments glare like the wine dows of a factory building at sun- set, is in evidence, but her gems do not predominate. On the New York race tracks the Saratoga woman, of which Mr, Powers has created so lifelike a type, fe as much a part of the picture as she is here on the hotel plazeas and in the Broadway night parade, At the race track she aprears to be extinguished, Of course she is there. But she is surrounded by such a lot of daintily gowned sisters whose gems are left for display at the proper time that |she becomes as a discarded sardine | She flashes | can in a bed of violets. occasionally in the sunlight, and the flash jars. On the whole, the Sara- toga grand stand every day holds the | | finest aggregation of smart, correct, thoroughly feminine femininity that can be seen In bulk from Labrador to Corpus Obristi, from Portland, Me., to Los Angels, Cal. GEM OF A TRACK, Given a setting of women such as this, a track so fast that the hoofs of horses spin over it like zephyrs, a vesta of trees and grass and blue sky and dirfting clouds; a breeze that fans the face with the perfume of pine, music to lull the ear, soft turf to tread upon, everything that money can buy within call—why should not the Saratoga race track be the spot where any man with red blood in his veins should desire to remain until driven away? To wealthy or to poverty stricken the charm appeals, If those un- equipped with the great bank rolls that are 60 conspicuous in the fur- niture of the pockets of a Saratoga visitor feel envy It 18 not for long. “Do you know what this makes me feel like—this aight of all this wealth and power and beeuty?’— dr, Whitney watching the victory of Gunfire. Green Morris giving inatractions to hin jockey, york. Masterson at the Menhetiaa | Clu, asked a man of us to-day, after we had assured him of our inability to purchase him steamboat passage to New York, We said t: at wedid not. “It makes me feel,” he said, “like going out and doing something. It fills me with ambition to become rich enough to enjoy this feast for the eye and the ear and the brain, It stimulates me. And if you want a cinch bet that will make you independent play Miss Buttermilk {n the last race, and don't forget me when you cash in,” We know that the profession of ambition expressed was not sincere enough to last over the acquisition of room rent, but we were struck by the aptness of the remark, There is much to stimulate in the society of men who have reached a stage that enables them to gamble and not care whether they lose or not. There is also a large, inky lesson in consid- ering how these men come to put together the foundations of the bank rolla that enable them to gamble to- day. They did not do it gambling. GAMBLING ALL ABOUT. It 18 impossible to write of Sara- toga without referring to gambling, because nowhere in the domain of Uncle Sam is gambling done of such volume every day and every night. In point of money circulated the bet- ting ring {8 a mine of marvels to one who desires to investigate Bets of two hundred dollars are as common as the twitter of birds tn) the trees back of the shed that shel- ters the bookmakers: five hundred bets are registered continuously, Bets of from one thousand to fivé thousand dollars are 80 common as to fail to cecasion remark. The hum- ble punter with his five-dollar bill el- bows to one side the club-house gam- bler with bis thousands in the bagd- to-hand Baa to get to the book: | makers, With all this heavy play, this ex- citement, there is little or no disor- | der. Mr. Stevens, the caterer, sells wine and whiskey and brandy in quantities sufficient to serve for the launching of a new ship every day, | but no drunken men are in evidence. The atmosphere of pleasure is always | an influence, but at no time does this atmosphere appear to inspire men to do things not decent There 18} about the Saratoga race track that which smacks of gentility, and this influences to a remarkable degree even the rough and uncouth insepa- — SUMMER COMPLAINT, Proper Food Will Prevent It. the bowels go wrong in adults or children, quit all food but | Grape-Nuts and a little cream or) milk, The experience of one woman, will be read with interest by many mothers who pass anxious days over Httle ones and become alarmed be- cause the food does not agree with | baby and be dally wastes away | Mra, W. H. Mennens, of Little] Falls., Minn., writes: "I want to tell! you the good Grape-Nuts Food has| done for my baby boy. When he was ten months old he was taken with | summer complaint and I could not find any prepared food that agree with him. [I was giving him doctor's edicine all the time, but he con- nued to lose in wi elghed 15 pounds, 22 pounds before he was taken sic |Finally tne doctor told me that un- less 1 could get some real nourishing |food for im'he could not live many days, and he ac Nuts Food, which I did, and in five days he gained 4 ounces and in five woeks he weighed just 20 pounds. “It any mother reading this letter wants to write to me personally I will gladly answer and tell her the full pardculars regarding baby's |nickness and the good Grap “did for him,” When The Fifty-Cent Man Is the renmvemenaetl inron Aristocrat of the Great of Sporting Folk. © on Broadway. rable from race tracks, There were rumors current yesterday of an im- pending fight between Eastern and Westerr. bookmakers in the ring. Foolish rumor! Even bookmakers would not permit themselves to fight under the soothing influence that | pervades the magnificent Saratoga race course, There were great doings at the race track yesterday. Big Tim Sullivan’ arrived just before the first race and held a receptior on the lawn. They | all went to him, bigh and low in| Tammany Hall or State politics—all but John F. Carroll, Mr. Carroll wore a pair of ice cream “pants,” and when he passed the crowd around Sullivan with his head averted and! ) | turned to his whispered in his ear. before the third race. A the whisper Mr. Melniy the betting ring and wagered $100 on Clonmell, straight. When he re- ce his friend asked he got, responded Mr. It wes just a result of hastoned to him what pric “Six to one,” Inty “Impossible, Carbunele is odds on Me- uid the friend, “why Waat horse | did you play?” Mr. McIntyre did not answer. He was too far away to answer. Before he could get uw the betting ring to chenge his bet from Clonmel] to Car- bunele the horses were off. He got back to his seat In time to see Clon- mell win, MARTIN G rs one of the) etorn of the Manhattan Club. his cigar smoking lke an office build-| ing in New York, those ice cream) “pants” harmonized with the ditions a whole lot. | Tom Dunne, former sheriff, and) John F. McIntyre, former District- Attorney, won on Clonmell. Mr. con-!% Dunne bet on the horse because he]! came from Clonmel! In Ireland—Mr. Dunne, not the horse. Mr, | be: my mistake. He was seated in a box en. eel himself when a friend came up and!/ NOISY NEIGHBORS NEAR ROCKEFELLER Big Resort for Sunday Excur- sionists to Be Established | Near Tarrytown Mansion of the Millionaire. acre public piente ground 1s planced to adjoin the fine properties of John D. Rockefeller, Wiiliam Re cke- feller, Mrs, E, B. Mouroe and other mitHonaires and milllonatresses: Tarrytown, and they don’t like the idea John Brisben Walker, who owns | Kingsiand Point, nic ground Is to signed the A hui at a bit the property which the proposed ple be established, has already papers with V. R. Krepps, tendent of the White Plains and Mama- roneck Rallway Company, agreeing to lease the property to the trolley line, Carousels, swings, dancing pavilions, and a hotel are to be placed on enie grounds. ‘There will also be an extension of the troliey ne around the private These preperations are being frowned upon by the Rocke fellers and their wealthy neighbors, who are displeased at the prospect of hordes of excurstonists romping near thelr at on Superin- grounds during the summer months. an A REMARKABLE CASE! Brooklyn Lady Cured of Consumption. She Tells Her Story. that I was alarmed at my cond{- half express my feelings when truth that I had consumption upon me. end of mine, a beautiful girl of recently “died up in Con- nsumption, I had nursed n the sad days while the ter- was stealing her young life “To sa! necticut from "T mnust have contracted the disease trom for shortly afterward the alarming noms appeared To make matters 1 caught @ severe cold which Gai! zi gs. | began to lose flesh rapi incessantly, had those Tarribte night sweats and awful chills and fevers, raised vast quantities of matter from my rir and had frequent violent hemorr- hages. One of my lungs must have beer ina terrible state, for It appeared to be raw and bleeding constantly, 1 know that I had a’ most malignant type of the disease, which, to my borror, appeared to be developing’ rapidly, and "i alized that unless something radical wat lekly done my time on earth would be short Indeed Being Germans, we had heard much of the reputation of Dr. Koch and his won ful inhalation treatment for lung dis: ages, Although I thought my case was #6 bad that nothing could help me, I went to t Koch Lung Cure, at 48 West Twenty- second street, New York, because I knew of others whom they had cured, ‘My “Improvement dates from my first o the Koch Doctors, The healing, pors of the ‘Tuberculine’ medicines trate to the very seat of my ntinued to improve and Svatrongth day by day. ‘My Hemorehaget opped, the chills. and’ fever and. night sweats ‘left (me. ‘ny sleen became resttul acetul and those awful pains in my lings ceased altogether. ow | am strong and well as I ever was {n my life. and feel se g: thusinstic over what this mout has done for me that [ have told all my friends about {t and will glad to prove the facts in my cage to any one whe at my home, 141% Nelson FLORENCE WENHOLD." visit Mrs [Armour |