Just how I happened to join the Dream Builders' Association I don'tknow, but for several months I was Willie the Wild Boy at the racetrack and I kept all the Bookmakers busy trying not to guffaw whenthey took my money.

Every day when I showed up at the gate the Pipers played "Darling,Dream of Me!" and every time I picked a skate the Smokers' Societywent into executive session and elected me a life member.

Every horse that finished last gave me the trembling lip as hecrawled home, well aware of the fact that I had caught him with thegoods.