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a readable sheet, and certainly the circulation was 

 doubled. I gave it up in 1913, after twelve months' 

 run, as its overwhelming old creditors made it neces- 

 sary for the debenture holder to put in a Receiver. I 

 only mention this as an incident, but it was a pleasant 

 time with those I was associated with, especially my 

 assistant, Charles Cornish, who deserves a big position 

 on the London sporting Press on account of his know- 

 ledge and great personal attributes. At one time he 

 had been possessed of chunks of money and property, 

 but speculations in licensed houses beat him. It is 

 delightful to meet any worker in the fields of journalism 

 of whose loyalty there is no possible doubt whatever. 

 I only trust that some day it will be my good fortune 

 to control a great journalistic enterprise wherein 

 Charles Cornish can have his private room, private 

 telephone, and a place for depositing those enormous 

 account-books filled with the calculations on various 

 systems of his own covering many years. They are 

 his office gods, these precious books, and I was 

 interested to find that many pages were devoted 

 to the selections I had given for many years when 

 "The Scout." 



In the office, too, was a good little chap, Clifton, who 

 had the peculiar faculty of sitting in the next room to 

 me doing his work and reading the first, second and 

 third in a race from the ticking of the tape which was 

 a good distance away. Several times when I had put 

 a little extra on a horse I would look from my desk 

 across to the other room when the fateful ticking 

 began, and I would watch his face. Of course he 

 knew what I had backed, and in a second his tell-tale 

 features would give the indication. His face would 

 either light up or assume a look of despondency. In 

 the former case there could be a little entertainment 



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