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ing generally, but there was one lady among the bunch that was 

 singularly quiet, she didn't have much to say. These women, 

 I might say, were some of the few in Indianapolis that do go out 

 to the races. This lady that was so quiet said to me, "Mr. Terry, 

 did you ever know of a more lonesome and dejected place than i 

 country fair on an afternoon that there isn't racing?" That lady 

 said something! That would be the verdict of nine-tenths of the 

 people that ever had such an experience. 



I am going to tell you another little story about how racing is 

 thought of, and this is an old one to those who have been attending 

 the meetings in Chicago, but I never heard it until last summer. I 

 was on my way home from one of the state fairs and met a leading 

 promoter of livestock exhibits and in talking about races he told me 

 about a Missouri superintendent of livestock — the one that had 

 charge of the pavilion. This superintendent had become very much 

 peeved because he couldn't keep the crowds there in the afternoon 

 to see the cattle and judging when the racing was going on, and so 

 he went to the secretary and made a complaint and said that if he 

 had a band he would show those horsemen where to head in, and 

 he would show the association that they didn't need a racing pro- 

 gram. He made the statement pretty strong and that afternoon the 

 secretary told him he believed he would give him a band. The next 

 morning they had a band out bright and early and they had a lot of 

 the boys announcing the exhibits and judging at the pavilion, and 

 that afternoon the secretary of the fair thought he would just go 

 over and see how it was working out. He went over there and just 

 saw a scattering of people, and he asked that superintendent of the 

 pavilion where his wife was and the superintendent said, "Damn it, 

 I don't know ; I guess she's over at the horse race." I went home 

 and told the story to Mrs. Terry — and, by the way, Mrs. Terry is 

 one of Iowa's daughters. When I asked her what there was about 

 harness racing that the ladies liked to see, she said, "There's a con- 

 test there and you see a new set of people every day and there's an 

 element of chance in it that we all like." That's the first time that I 

 ever was able to get a rise out of my wife, and she came through with 

 the real meat in the cocoanut. There is a contest there. That's the 

 pleasure side of the proposition. The financial end of it is what you 

 are all looking at. 



Harness racing, if you had gotten out your program under the old 

 entry system, would pay your association in four different ways : 

 The entry fees, deductions, outer gate and inner gate. I don't be- 



