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what happened to me not long since. I won a race 

 on a rank outsider at Epsom, and Mr. Mundy, the 

 bookmaker, said, ' Sammy, you did us a rare good 

 turn that time. I will stand you a new hat.' He 

 ofave me the address of his London hatter in the 

 Strand, and as I was passing one day last week I 

 thought I would call. I went in, and told the m_an I 

 wanted a high hat, to Mr. Mundy's order. The 

 assistant reached several down. All of them were 

 too large, so he said : 



*' ' Well, we must make one for you.' 



" He took mv measure, and I was ooino- out of 

 the shop, when the man said : 



" ' Let me see, does Mr. Mundy have a cockade 

 on or not ?' " 



The assistant had taken Mordan for Mr. Mundy's 

 little tiger, as he was only about 6 st. Sammy 

 turned round to him, and answered : 



" You make that hat ; never mind the blooming 

 cockade !" 



Mordan finished his tale by saying exactly what 

 my friend did, " For goodness' sake, don't say any- 

 thing about this." Of course we did not ; people 

 may always depend upon secrecy, when they tell 

 stories too good to miss relating. 



The next morning I saw Mr. Mundy, and told 



