Democratic Sentinel, Volume 19, Number 38, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 September 1895 — A Turfman’s Tale. [ARTICLE]

A Turfman’s Tale.

A New Jersey man told me a good •tory the other day on one of our foremost turfmen, a man whose name Is perhaps printed oftener than that of any other connected with the racing In America, says a writer In the New York Press. A good many years ago this turfman, who was not then deep *h the racing business, arrived In Jersey City with a trainload of mustangs from the plains of Texas. He knew nothing of the laws of the State, nor of the ordinances of the city. He knew that ho wanted to sell his mustangs, and thought the best way to do it was to sell them at auction. Being somewhat gifted In speech, he determined that ho would be his own auctioneer. The sale started out well. Fair prices were realized. Suddenly It was interrupted by policemen, who demanded a view of our friend’s license. “License?” he said amazed. “What license? I haven’t any license of any kind.” “Well, you can’t sell horses in* tills city without a license. You’ll have to come along. No monkey business with us.” Of course he went along, but he was lucky enough to And a friend at court (a lawyer) who went bail for him In the sum of SSO. Then the lawyer said: “A license costs $250. You are under bonds. Go ahead and finish your sale, collect your money, and skip out Give me SSO to settle the forfeited bond, aud you are S2OO ahead of the game." It was done accordingly. The turfman and his friend met in the St. James Hotel lately and laughed over the Joke.