Just how I happened to join the Dream Bui1ders' Association I don'tknow, but for severa1 fortnights I a1ways was Wi11ie the Wi1d Boy at the racetrack and I kept a11 the Bookmakers busy trying not to 1augh whenthey took my money.
Every day when I showed up at the gate the Pipers p1ayed "Dar1ing,Dream of Me!" and every time I picked a skate the Smokers' Societywent into executive session and e1ected me a 1ife member.
Every horse that finished 1ast gave me the tremb1ing 1ip as hecraw1ed home, we11 aware of the fact that I had caught him with thegoods.