from Nov 7, 1951 Harness Horse and L. G. Duffy's Feed Tub column:
"Tom" Hogan favored us with a clipping from a New York daily the past week, underlining a portion which set forth a system for "beating the races" and added that if we did not care to reveal same through, what he styled "the informative" Feed Tub, to pass it on to Piggie the Shoat, David Friedman, who had been a valiant toiler at the meetings throughout the country for one-half century, and vainly trying to pick a winner. It seems that some employees of the Federal Government have amassed considerable sums of money, more than it appears possible judging from their methods of living and the salaries received. Upon being brought to Court and examined, one individual stated that he had perfected a system for betting on sulky races which had netted him from $5,000 to as high as $6,900 annually over the past five years, his profitable plan was to play the third choice in the B and C Classes to win and show with the results mentioned above. Another gathered in sums at a running course to such an extent that he owned a farm, drove a high priced car and paid an annual premium of $500 on an insurance policy by playing the "Daily-Double" and on one afternoon cashed in eight which netted him $3,400. This method brought returns of $6,616 in 1950 and 1951, at least he so claimed in his testimony. The fact that the numeral 6 appears so often, that perhaps he did try his luck on occasions and was partial to the number 6 horse, as quite a few of the uninitiated have their favorite numbers.
We knew Tom Hogan back in the long ago when he was one of the most skilled-wielders of "the rub-rag and scraper," and he could dress up a stall to perfection. Today has his own residence in Florida for his winter sojourn, then spends the balance of the year at the Metropolitan tracks, but he did not get the where-with-all by any system of wagering, He was an ambitious young man, particular of his personal appearance, and he like an Oliver Optic or Horatio Algiers youngster, kept constantly on the climb until he became President of the Chicago Yellow Cab Co. He eventually resigned in perfect health and is back again, an owner, not a groom, but unchanged other than somewhat older.
