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A couple of horse players who went to the track every day fell into conversation on the train going home. "I can't do a thing right," one wailed. "I haven't had a winner in weeks. And you?"

"I'm doing fine," said the other. "Got mea little system that's 'been working like a charm. All I do is stop in at the church for ten or fifteen minutes every morning on the way to the track and pray."

The heavy loser pondered a while. "I'll try that myself," he said finally. "Thanks."

A few days later the two met again. "I did as you said," the man who had been losing complained. "It hasn't done me a bit of good. I still haven't had a winner."

"I can't understand it," said the other. "Did you really pray?"

"I certainly did," said the loser. "As hard as I could."

"Where did you go?" asked the man who had been winning.

"St. Bernard's," said the unlucky one.

"St. Bernard's? No wonder you can't win!" cried the other.

"What's the matter with St. Bernard's?" demanded the big loser.

"Oh, nothing, nothing!" replied the winner hastily. "Only thing is, that church is strictly for trotters'"