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“It’s all a joke; it doesn’t amount to anything.”

These were the last words of Riley Grannan as he lay dying of pneumonia in Rawhide, Nevada. Grannan was a gambler and bookmaker, who won and lost his fortune multiple times playing the races.

Image: Sketch of Riley Grannan from an 1895 newspaper article

The name Pittsburg Phil lives on in the lore of racing but, during his day, Grannan’s fame matched and, at times, superseded that of the man known today for his Maxims.

Grannan – the son of a poor tailor – was born in Paris, Kentucky in 1868. While his early history is muddled, according to an article in the San Francisco Call in 1899, he left home when he was 12 years old. While working as a bell boy at a New Orleans hotel, he secured his first position as a spotter and runner for a prominent bookmaker. The 1899 article reported:

“[Grannan's] first regular start toward his present position was when Botay, who is well known, especially in the West, as a man who ‘ran a shoestring up into a bankroll’, gave him a position, and when he was 20 years old [1888], branched out as a full-fledged bookmaker, bent on a mission of enlightening the racing world.”

He didn’t exactly enlighten the racing world but he quickly became a well know character at tracks across the country. His betting activities, during the peak of his fame, were as much a part of race reporting as the races themselves. By 1894, his name appeared frequently next to those of the gambling ring’s biggest “plungers” — the term used to describe gamblers who wagered wild sums on racing during this era.

Image: Headline from San Francisco Call, December 1894

An article in the Salt Lake City Press in 1895, compared Grannan with Pittsburg Phil:

“Physically these two race track sights are much alike and the similarity extends to their mental structures. Both men are usually reticent. They seldom speak and then only a word or two. Each keeps to himself and never indulge in that cheapest of race track privileges – giving tips to his friends…”

“…Smith keeps available cash on hand to the tune of $250,000. That is the sum he invests in the betting business. Everything he makes above that figure he invests in conservative, interest bearing stock and bonds. If a long streak of reverses should wipe out that $250,000, he says he will quit the betting ring and retire to his outside fortune.

“Grannan has no similar anchor to windward. When he goes broke he is broke in dead earnest. Outside of the money he has on hand, the only investment he ever made with the hundreds of thousands he owned, is a $10,000 house in Paris Ky., which he gave to his mother…

“…Smith is the better business man of the two, but Grannan is the biggest plunger. That is the only difference between these two young men.”

Image: Sketch of Pittsburgh Phil and Riley Grannan,”The most famous plungers the world over,” 1895

While most reporting on Grannan during this period documents him placing bets, he continued to book bets as opportunities presented themselves. Taking money on – what he believed to be – vulnerable favorites was a trademark of his bookmaking activities.

It was this method that made him part of the lore connected to the match race between Domino and Henry of Navarre in 1895. His actions in the gambling ring before the great race were described in a number of newspapers over the years. Here is one of those reports from 1896:

“When Henry of Navarre and Domino ran a match race at Gravesend, Grannan, who was very intimate with Byron McClelland, then owner of the former horse, did some of the most phenomenal plunging ever seen in the east.

“Mounting his box he took off his coat and announced that he was going to bet his last dollar on Henry of Navarre. Then he chalked up a point better odds on Domino than was offered by anybody else in the ring and invited the public to come on.

The betting ring at Gravesend in Coney Island, New York. Circa 1895

“Mike Dwyer sent in $10,000 which Grannan took, Ike Thompson handed over $10,000 more, then came another $10,000 from Mr. Dwyer, after which two $5000 bets were handed up by a commissioner said to represent James R Keene, owner of Domino. Thousands of dollars more in small bets came in but Grannan never winced, never once cut the price.

“In all he took in $62,000 and that represented all that the people had to bet, for it was still fifteen minutes before the race when the young plunger took in his last bet. It was the first time that easterners had been bet to a standstill and Grannan did something then that he has never done since. He hurled sarcastic remarks at the crowd and invited them to come and break him. It is the only time that anyone can remember when Grannan lost his temper.

“The race resulted in a dead heat, and though Grannan had to pay half the face value of every ticket he issued, he won some $15,000 on the race after all.”

His daring during the match race brought with it scrutiny from the racing press. An article in the New York Daily Tribune implied something untoward about the way Grannan took action against Domino [read more about press reaction to the result].

Like Pittsburg Phil, Grannan was targeted by racing officials. He was banned from New York tracks in 1896, accused of bribing a jockey. He temporarily relocated to Europe during this period.

In 1898, he returned to the United States but appears to have avoided the New York tracks, visiting mainly the mid-west and California.

A 1901 article declared that the days of big bets had passed and referred to Grannan as one of the last of the great plungers.

Two years later, in 1903, a St. Paul newspaper reported this:

“With the old spirit, to dare all in one plunge. Riley Grannan, in many respects the most spectacular plunger the American turf has known, placed his all—$18,000—on O’Hagen, at the Crescent City track, New Orleans. His judgment, for once, proved at fault. Andes galloped home ahead of O’Hagen. Today Grannan is a wreck, financially and physically. He is confined to his room with an illness so severe that his recovery is doubted. Whether he regains his health is not, the turf will never see his face again, he says.”

In spite of this promise, Grannan did return to the track, starting a bookmaking operation in New Orleans. He also formed the Riley Grannan Co., Ltd., a tout business that advertised in southern newspapers.

It is not clear, what finally drove Grannan from the track once and for all, but it is fairly certain that sometime in 1903 or 1904, he did indeed walk away.

He borrowed money from track acquaintances and opened a saloon in the gold mining town of Rawhide, NV. Like all towns that sprang up in Nevada during the gold and silver boom, it was a rough place.

While not yet 40-years-old, he had already lived many lifetimes, full of wild highs and desperate lows. It finally caught up with him in 1908:

“…after a night at the gaming tables Grannan, a heavy loser and broke again, went forth to a round of dissipation at the resorts of the town and contracted pneumonia which brought an end to his life in the world…”

Before his body was shipped back to his childhood home in Kentucky for final burial, his remains sat on an express wagon at the rear of the saloon he purchased just a few years prior. Surrounded by a “rough, unkempt crew” — his friends bid him a final farewell.

W.W. Knickerbocker, a defrocked minister, delivered a eulogy where he called his friend “…one of the greatest plungers that the continent had ever produced.” He said Grannan was “…as placid and gentle as I have ever seen…absolutely invincible in spirit [and] a ‘dead game sport.”

While Grannan’s death bed proclamation implied a life wasted, most horseplayers can appreciate Grannan’s tale as a life well lived.

SOURCES, NOTES, AND OBSERVATIONS
This post took me much longer then expected. The amount of material that can be found about Riley Grannan is astounding. It is surprising that so much detail can be found about a gambler in a relatively small sample of newspapers. Below are the main sources I used but there is much more at the Library of Congress’s Historic American Newspapers: http://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/

“Betting Rings Doomed,” New York Herald Tribune, September 23, 1894
“Grannan in Luck,” San Francisco Morning Call, December 29, 1894
“Career of the Premier Plunger,” Salt Lake Herald Sunday, September 29, 1895
“Smith and Grannan,” Salt Lake Herald, July 19, 1896
“Rilery Grannan Again Wins Fame and Fortune,” San Francisco Call, July 16, 1899
“Days of Big Best Past, St. Paul Globe, April 15, 1901
“Plunger Riley is Broke,” St. Paul Globe, January 20, 1903
“Riley Grannan Dead,” New York Times, April 4, 1908
“A Word of Eulogium of Riley Grannan,” Bourbon News (Paris, KY), April 17, 1908

For a more detail account of the Henry of Navarre and Domino match race, check out this excellent post by Teresa at Brooklyn Backstretch

The photograph of the Gravesend betting ring is from Michael Immerso, Coney Island: The People’s Playground (Rutgers University Press: 2002)

In a final twist in the story of Riley Grannan, the eulogy delivered in Rawhide by his friend W.W. Knickerbocker was published soon after he died. It was digitized as part of UNLV’s digital history project about southern Nevada. Read it here: http://digital.library.unlv.edu/boomtown/dm.php/snv/4593

Nevadaweb.com also has a page about the famous eulogy here: http://www.nevadaweb.com/ghp/riley1.html

Plan to do more about Riley Grannan in the future – this is a pretty long post but it could have been much longer.

The lives of gamblers like Pittsburg Phil, Pack McKenna, and Riley Grannan are fascinating. One of these days, I am going to create a Horseplayer Hall of Fame website. Considering that horseplayers have been the glue that has held the sport together, it seems appropriate that they should have their own Hall of Fame (even if it is virtual). Let me know if you have someone you would like to nominate.

Hope everyone enjoyed Rachel Alexandra and Zenyatta this weekend. It will be great if we ever get to see them head to head. Would love to see one (or both) in the Delaware Handicap (unlikely, I know).

THANKS FOR READING AND GOOD LUCK!

I recently stumbled across an interesting site (www.fultonhistory.com) that has thousands of pages from New York state newspapers as well as other historical documents and images. It is difficult to navigate but worth the effort once you figure it out. In doing my usual searches, I came across a fascinating article on a familiar topic.

Image: George E. Smith (aka Pittsburg Phil) circa 1890s. Image from Tod Sloan by Himself published in 1915. Sloan was a jockey and a friend of Pittsburg Phil. He devoted an entire chapter to him in his memoir.

Pittsburg Phil, the founding father of horse players, died in February 1905. A month before he died the Utica Sunday Journal picked up a story from the New York Sun. It seems word began to spread about the failing health of the famous gambler whose exploits in the betting ring were well documented in the New York press. The story presents a theory behind his demise:

“…Those who know Pittsburg Phil best said that his nervous system has been shattered because of the intense strain and worry caused by his extensive operations on the turf. The noted plunger has never given vent to his feelings, whether winner or loser, at the racetrack. He has never been demonstrative, but has always possessed a cool, phlegmatic demeanor, which is a singular characteristic of some of the biggest turf speculators. The case of Pittsburg Phil, in some ways, resembles that of another famous plunger of his day, Michael F. Dwyer. Both of these men have won and lost thousands without showing outward signs of excitement.”

NOTE: Micheal F. Dwyer and his brother Phil Dwyer, former butchers, ran a successful racing stable and became well know for the exorbitant prices they paid for quality horses starting in the 1870s. Their huge investments paid off with major success at the track – winning the Belmont Stakes five times. They were also part of the investment group that built the Gravesend Racetrack in Coney Island, New York. Like Pittsburg Phil, Mike Dwyer’s exploits in the betting ring became legendary.

“The story has often been told of how Dwyer once made a wager of $40,000 on one of his famous racehorses and lost; he saw his horse beaten in the last jump and looking at his split second watch, cooly remarked:

“‘That was a fast run race’

Note: A $40,000 bet in 1900 equates to approximately $975,000 in 2008 dollars

“Today Dwyer is a physical wreck. He has been practically helpless for a number of years, yet he still clings to his old love. One day last summer, when he had been driven all the way from Gravesend to Morris Park, the veteran suddenly felt a desire to see the big betting ring.

“‘Take me down so that I can see the books’ he said to his faithful attendant, and forthwith they literally carried him to the scene of bustling speculation under the big grandstand. Dwyer looked at the big crowd for several moments listening to the [talk] of the layers and their runners and then turning to his attendants, said in a husky voice:

“‘I’ve seen enough! Take me back! Its the last time I shall ever go to the betting ring!’

“Pittsburg Phil has suffered fully as great a strain as Dwyer. But he has been more fortunate than the veteran horseman in that he made a fortune. Phil received a hard blow when the Jockey Club refused his entries two years ago and also revoked the license of his jockey, Willie Shaw. He protested his innocence vigorously but all to no purpose until one day last summer the stewards relented. The plunger by then was in poor health and had practically given up heavy betting. He visited the track now and then for an outing and put down a small wager out of mere force of habit but that was all. He said he could not stand the strain.”

NOTE: Phil’s involvement in the game as an owner was fought by the Jockey Club who didn’t think he would run his horses honestly considering his primary occupation as a gambler

“Men who have watched the career of these two plungers say now that if they had given vent to their feelings they would have probably escaped ill health

“‘It was inward suffering that hurt them,’ said a leading bookmaker recently. ‘They lost without a grimace and won without a smile. Other men let out a roar when they drop a bet and dance for joy when they cash and all of them are in robust health. They let off the steam which does them good. It is a fearful strain in the nerves to keep under control all the time.”

Interesting that the legend of Pittsburg Phil lauds him for keeping his cool but here the author claims it was the strain to stay calm that killed him. Phil died a month after this article was published. One year later, Dwyer died in dire circumstances because of substantial gambling losses.

Both men live in the lore of racing’s colorful era in New York before the gambling ban in 1908. They both had honors paid to them posthumously.

In 1916, a horse called George Smith, the birth name of Pittsburg Phil, won the Kentucky Derby. A book published after his death - The Maxims of Pittsburg Phil – remains in print over one hundred years later. Many of the gambling angles it articulated for the first time ring true to this day.

New York racing honored the Dwyer Brothers when they renamed the Brooklyn Handicap the Dwyer Handicap in 1918 (now known as the Dwyer Stakes).

SOURCES, NOTES, AND OBSERVATIONS

“Pittsburg Phil’s First Bet”, The Utica Journal, January 15, 1905. Accessed at Fulton History

“Phil Dwyer Dies as Suburban is Ended”, New York Times, June 19, 1917

Full-text of Tod Sloan by Himself is available at the Internet Archive

Check out previous posts about Pittsburg Phil:
Obituary of Pittsburg Phil, 1905
Pittsburg Phil Immortalized in Stone

Really enjoyed the article over at Mary Forney’s blog about lost racetracks.

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Last week, I was at a Digital Library conference in Pittsburgh populated by academics, librarians, archivists, and information scientists. About midway through the conference I felt the need for a more lively setting so I visited two local cemeteries….seriously. Actually it wasn’t a spur of the moment decision, it all started while reading the obituaries for Pittsburgh Phil a few weeks ago when I came across this in the Washington Times (February 2, 1905):

“Pittsburg, Feb. 2 — To the rest of the world George E. Smith was known as ‘Pittsburg Phil’. To his people here, those who knew him best, he was known simply as Phil and was beloved by all.

“And now, after eight years of emptiness and waiting, a beautiful $30,000 mausoleum in the Allegheny cemetery will claim its own. With that rare foresight and carefulness which marked his way through life, Phil some years ago drew the plans for his own burial house, chose the Italian marble himself and watched week after week while the workmen built the little house which at some future day would hold all that remained earthly of him. It is one of the finest bits of architecture in the cemetery and has been since its completion the source of many a jest at the expense of the plunger when he made his annual visits to his people here.

“It was only by accident that Phil’s idea of having a nice and neat resting place for his body was discovered. In the fall, about eight years ago, John Staley and some other friends of the plunger crossing the cemetery came on Smith superintending a party of men at work on a mausoleum.

“‘What are you doing,’ said Mr Staley to Phil.

“‘Don’t you see,’ grunted Phil nodding toward the beautiful structure of marble which was beginning to take definite shape.

“‘Who’s it for,’ continued Staley referring to the mausoleum.

“‘Me.’

“‘You’re not thinking of dying are you Phil?’

“‘Got to some time,’ said the famous plunger as he sat down on a block of marble and discussed the hereafter. He had always had a horror of the earth and had early in success decided that a beautiful mausoleum would be his as soon as he could get time to build it. It could wait after completing until he was ready to occupy it.

“And since it was completed Phil has not missed a year in which he did not visit it and see that the sexton had kept it well fixed up. The sexton was his pensioner, and was paid more than well for attending to the mausoleum against the time that Phil should be carried into it.”

Being in Pittsburgh with a few hours to kill I thought finding the final resting place of Pittsburgh Phil might make for an interesting adventure. Using the above as a guide, I started my search at the Allegheny Cemetery which turned out to be the wrong place. The helpful folks in the administrative office there gave me the number to the Uniondale Cemetery which in 1905 was located in Allegheny City (the area was annexed by the city of Pittsburgh in 1907).

Across town I went and the hunt was worth the time. I called Pittsburgh Phil the founding father of horseplayers in a previous post and like all worthy founding fathers he has been immortalized in stone (on his dime of course but still…). Just think this might be the fate of all horseplayers without the high takeout. Here are a few of the photographs I took of his mausoleum:

The site sits on a hill looking down at a Shell station on the corner of Brighton and Marshall Avenue in North Pittsburgh

When I first saw “Pace” above the door I thought it was a horse racing reference….”Reqviescant in Pace” is Latin for “Rest in Peace” (R.I.P.)

Dressed for success in his high collar, waist coat, and thick watch fob but, interestingly, no hat.

Is that a racing form? If so, it is the only indication of George E. Smith’s vocation found at his grave site

NOTES

Google map with the location of Uniondale Cemetery, the site of Pittsburgh Phil’s final resting place.

“Pittsburg Phil Buried; Immense Crowd at Cemetery Despite a Heavy Snowstorm“, New York Times, Febuary 6, 1905 (free registration required)

“Remarkable Career of Pittsburg Phil“, Washington Times, February 2, 1905

“I got the horse right here : Appreciating 100 years of the Daily Racing Form” by Frank Deford (Sports Illustrated, August 31, 2005) makes an interesting mention of Pittsburg Phil

Note on the spelling of Pittsburgh — Pittsburgh as in “Pittsburg Phil” drops the “h” (explained here). In a previous post, I used the 1905 spelling throughout but here I kept the portions from the newspaper as is but used the corrected version everywhere else.

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