TOD SLOAN 



Mr Rowe answered, " I'll fix you, you just get into 

 line ; don't you come that Western stuff on me." 



Of course it was the old flag starting in those days. 

 Well, he tried to get us away, but there was another 

 false break. This time I was determined to try and 

 tighten up, so getting back to the post before the others 

 I turned Lucania's head the reverse way of the course 

 and lifting up my right leg got at the flap to tighten it. 

 Rowe seeing me do this, jumped down off his starting 

 platform and seized a whip with a long lash and coming 

 at the back of me let out. It caught me from one leg 

 across the back to the other making a great weal like 

 a horseshoe. He was so sore with me I could see and 

 — I was sore too. 



When I got back after finishing second or third — 

 I am sure I should have won if the saddle had been 

 all right — I got hold of a lawyer and we laid an 

 information that evening to the police at Sheepshead 

 Bay. I showed the police the welt on my body which 

 looked as if it had been made with a half-inch rope. 



Well, we began a lawsuit against Rowe and, despite 

 all sorts of people coming to me with offers to pay 

 a thousand or two thousand dollars instead of the 

 ten thousand I was claiming, I wouldn't hush it up, 

 for I stuck to my guns that he had no right to 

 hit me. 



The action was still pending in the courts when, 

 going into the Casino Theatre in New York one 

 evening, who should walk in at the same moment but 

 Jimmy Rowe and his wife. They came across to me, 

 Rowe saying, " Hullo, Tod," and holding out his hand. 

 I took it and we all three chatted for a minute, no- 

 thing about the trouble though. I wouldn't sell that 

 case but after that I dropped it on my own accord 

 straight away. Truly I can say that no money would 



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