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THE CHINA MAIL FRIDAY SUPPLEMENT, OCTOBER 11, 1940.

MIXING IT

ed free of all charge to Epsom Downs, with the chance of cold meat sandwiches and bottled beer thrown in. Thus they progrossed through Streatham and Ewell, the cynosure of all eyes, and thus they came, Mrs. Lube furtively holding har lodger's hand (for her hus- band was driving and her grand- father was asleep) to the Downs, To Educated Evans, the day on which the Great Metropolitan Stakes was decided had been a day of splendour and glory. For the first few minutes of his perience, he was embarrassed, alike by the new patent-leather satchel he carried over his shoul- der, and by the bundle of tickets He was now so engrossed in which he gripped in his moist his new occupation that he almost hand. But the novelty appealed forgot to send out his Five Pound to him. The result of the first Special, and would have done so race, in which, by some miracle, for the City and Suburban had nobody amongst his ever-growing not The Miller happened along list of clients backed the winner, providentially. no less than the delightful con- "Taping is a cert," said Evans. sequence of the second race, "It's waste of money to send it where the only person who did out." back the winner never troubled to claim his money gave him a confidence which might have had disastrous consequences, but for his attendant book-keeper.

Tattenham Corner Station, sitting on his bag, and spent a delirious hour counting his gains.

"What do you think of it, Mr. Evans?" asked his partner anxi- ously...

"Money for nothing," said Evans. "If Screw had won instead of. Brissell, I'd have been able to retire. We'll settle up to-mor- row, Abe."

Mr. Abe Slow looked 'dubious. "Better settle to-night," he sug- gested. "That's the custom in the cx- profession."

"Don't go shouting twenty to one the field, Mr. Evans," begged Abe, beads of perspiration on his face.

"It's all right now, because they think you're kidding."

"What shall I say?" asked Evans.

"Say 'Five to one bar one,'" said the practical Abe.

"What do I bar?" asked Evans, . interested.

"Anything they want to back," said Mr. Slow.

He had behind him, supported on two sticks, a banner, painted overnight:

EDUCATED EVANS The World's Famous Turf Accountant No way barred.

No Limit. Same address for Fifty years.

And possibly it was true that his fame had gone abroad, for a stream of punters flowed steadily in his direction, and his satchel grew heavy with illicit silver. Mr. Evans went home that night from

Educated Evans gracefully bow- ed to the custom and paid out one quarter of his winnings.

one

It was fortunate for all con- cerned that, having passed this piece of information on to who received it with every evid- ence of scepticism and scorn, Evans had not time to set in mo- tion the duplicator which a child could work, and Camden Town was deprived of an excuse for blasphemy.

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A fair morning, with

chill wind blowing; the green, rolling Downs, and a sky flecked with light, vaporous clouds; and a song in the heart of Educated Evans.

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The crowd was bigger than the previous day. New clients re- cognised him with a smirk. One helped to erect the banner with the strange device, and was re- warded. Evans examined book with a professional air, rustl- ed the cards between his fingers,

and:

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was being released from his work. of bondage, preparatory to his boing allowed to feed, free of all cost, un the grass provided by the Epsom ratepayers. It was on an.... clent wagonette; the weather- worn uldes were covered -- with linen streamers, excitingly inscrib...” ed: whilst diagonally, and sup¬. ported by two clothes-props the wagonette, was a banner even, more urgent and boastful than Mr. Evans's,

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EDUCATED SAM The One and Only Camden Town Turf Prophet and Adviser! inventor of the Midnight Special. Paddy What a beauty! What a beauty!

Beware of Imitators'! !! The placards on the sides were to the same effect.

"Educated Sam!" gasped ‘Evans, growing purple. "Look at the old perisher!"

Seated in the back was the patriarchal figure of Sam himself, his whiskers crumpled on his bosom, 'his mittened hands clasp ed on his stomach, a hat a size or so too large crushed down over his ears, for he was sleeping peace fully, despite the proddings of a red-faced female in black silk..

"Wake

up, grandfather," she said sharply. "You're 'ere."

Old Sam opened his eyes and stared round.

"Wake up, grandfather. Look, there's the race-orses!"

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the

He glowered owlishly at course, where half a dozen gaily attired riders were cantering up towards the five-furlong post.

"Got the cards ready, grand-

West Lake (Mr. L. B.. Chao up), winner of the First Sec- father?" Mrs. Lube was visibly

tion of the Jordan Handicap last Saturday, agitated. "Go on, Alf, say a few

horses were not a novelty, Old maker. I'll lay any price you words." Alf the

was a stocky

with Sam drew water for them at the like Greek Bachelor"

"Here, what are you

doing?" ginger hair and a drooping ginger Red Lion for a penny a time, un- moustache. He something til some interfering society put on asked Abe, in a ferocious whis- "You can't go laying fifty a horse trough, thus robbing the per poor of their livelihood). "Take to one against horses.",

"Play a hundred to a look at him, and tell me, ladies and gentlemen, if a man like that said Evans rashly. "Come on

an 'undred, to. could tell a lie! Old Sam is one roll up of the most famous educated men one.

country. He's writ in the books--"

"You're a liar!" roared the exasperated Evans from his pitch. "He can't write his own name, the thievin' old gin-hawk!"

"I'll lay on the City! Four to one Taping, four to one Taping. Ten to one De Orsey, ten to one De Orsey

"IT'S SUCH A RELIEF

TO PHONE MY ORDERS

THESE HOT DAYS!"

of an orator, having sold patent medicines in the public streets in the days of his youth. He got up on the driving seat and became talkative, and Evans listened spell-

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Evans in the days of his youth had been runner. He did not run as fast as Greek Bachelor, but he beat his field by a longer dis- tance. He ran into the landscape, so to speak, arid by-and-by that. portion of the howling mob which, had not taken his satchel and divided his money, gave up the chase and went back to the sport. of kings.

And then he stopped, as his bound. eyes fell upon a horrific sight. "Educated Sam!" he groaned

"Well, Near to his pitch a wagonette was hollowly.

of all the drawn up, and its emaciated horse sauce ·

And then a brilliant idea struck him.

"Friends one and -all!" His strident voice might have been "He's writ books," said the un- heard in the grandstand, half a perturbed Alf. watching with mile away. "This boozing old some satisfaction the spectacle of 'ound is trying to rob me of my Educated Evans dancing from one living! He's no more educated foot to the other in his impotent

I'll

Abe Slow, who, belying his than I-than you are. lay rage. "And they've been bought twice the market odds against and sold, as is well known. He's name, was just behind him, shout- anything he tips."

come down here to give you the ed the news, but still Evans ran winner of the City from informa- and did not stop until he stagger

ed up to the gates of a great: tion received...

When the first of the tips came mansion. Here he collapsed, and to Educated Evans, he laughed when Abe came up to him Mr. Evans was receiving first-aid long and scornfully.

"Greek Bachelor? I'll lay you from two uniformed attendants. fifty to one," he said recklessly. "What's this place?" ne gasped,

one as he opened his eyes. "I'll lay anybody fty to

"Banstead Lunatic Asylum," Greek Bachelor!" he roared. "I'll lay 'em a hundred to one Greek said one of the men. Bachelor. That horse ain't got no more chance of winning this cele brated race than the far-famed Cleopatra, the well-known needle-

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Mrs. Lube listened aghast. She climbed up the wagonette by the side of her drowsy ancestor.

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"Go on, grandfather," she hiss

"Tip something."

Old Sam pondered a moment, stroking his beard.

"What's running?" he asked cautiously. Alf, the barker, turn- ed with a marked card.

"That sounds good-tip that." "Not for this race, grandfath- er," his intelligent grand-daughter protested. "Tip it for the City. If you give one for this race and it don't win, you'll get no more cus- tomers."

"What about Taping"" asked Alf anxiously.

"Look at 'em conspiring togeth er!" sneered Evans raucously. "They've never so much as seen

.!" a race-horse wag his tail..

So excited was he that he did no business on the first race, which was well for him, for a hot fav- ourite won; and little business, on the second race. It was only: when they began betting on the City and Suburban that he came to realise his vanishing opportun- ities.

"What about De Orsey?" askod Old Sam. "He won a raco the other day."

"A selling race," said Alf.

"He won a ráce," said the old man doggedly. "I see it in the paper. De Orsey!"

Alf and his wife exchanged glances.

"Taping won a race, too," said Alf.

"And it's easier to write, grand- father," said Mrs. Lube, who did most of the clerical work.

"De Orsey" murmured Old | Sam, and dozed off again.

Suddenly Mrs. Lube uttered a squeak and pointed to their guest. "Greek, you married?":" Mr. Dimitri's mouth was full of sandwich, but he shook his head. "Greek Bachelor!" screamedi Mrs. Lube, purple, in the face. """Go ̄on, Ait-bark it!"

Alf was a good harker, and an example of his style may not be out of place..

You see before you one of the grand old men of the turf. He's looked after more 'orsas. than any trajner going” :: (which; was true, for, in the days when

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