THE NOBLE ART OF BACKING WINNERS 225 



The Salvation Army have no occasion 

 to wear a uniform — they carry it all in 

 their faces, with few exceptions; your 

 anarchist has it in his phiz ; and for further 

 evidence take a walk round the Chamber 

 of Horrors at Madame Tussaud's. 



It's rather funny how persistent backers 

 of horses have their lucky and unlucky 

 meetings, and bet a little extra or a little 

 careful as the case may be ; they are a 

 very superstitious class, too, as a rule. 

 York, Liverpool, and the old Croydon 

 meetings were my lucky ones, and Ascot 

 — oh, dreadful Ascot ! — my unlucky one. 



I can't imagine the reason, but I always 

 seemed in for some fun and enjoyment 

 the minute I set foot in York. It's 

 always sure to develop sooner or later 

 from some unforeseen source. I remem- 

 ber one great night years ago. We had 

 had a real good time, backed all the 



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