"The TRPB says they keep gangster elements out of tracks," says Mrs. Everett. "Well, they don't." She tells of once pointing out a big Chicago bookmaker to TRPB men who had overlooked him in her own Post and Paddock Club. She now has her own track police. This costs her $100,000 a year more than it used to, but is claimed to be more effective. "It better be!" says Mrs. Everett. "We've thrown out dozens of undesirables," she adds, "including a bookmaking relative of mine who is racing right now in New Jersey."
In all ways, Marje Everett is her father's daughter, and believes herself destined to realize some of his dreams. "Making money on a business investment is only one part of it with me," she said in a reflective moment the other day. "This is true even though every single cent I inherited or could borrow has gone into these Chicago tracks. The other part of it, and something that is on my mind every day of the year, is what is racing's future? How can we make it a better sport; give it more taste, more dignity; make it less commercial, and more fun?"
And then she reached for the phone, with the air of a woman about to give an order. It was sure to be a firmly stated order, and the odds are it would be one that would help Chicago racing.