Isidor Bieber (Bibi) Character Profile Page ACT I 

Born in 1890, Isidore “Izzy” Bieber, was a colorful and unpredictable figure whose life defied simple definition. Over the years he acquired many nicknames, including “Izzy” and “Kid,” which he disliked, and “Colonel” and “Bibi,” which he tolerated. The title “Colonel” originated when Damon Runyon jokingly promoted the former World War I Army private, and the name endured, eventually becoming his most recognized moniker.

From his early years, Bieber carried an air of mystery. He lived many lives: streetcar operator, ticket speculator, six-figure bettor, Broadway dandy, barkeep, soldier, crusader, street brawler, amateur philosopher, and eventually a horse owner and breeder. It was via pigeon racing and perhaps through Charlie Ferraro that Bieber met Hirsch Jacobs, saw his talent and talked him into horse racing.  The two created the most profitable horse racing enterprise in the history of the sport!  Bieber and Jacobs were opposites.  Hirsch was a family man, Bieber was a streetwise gambling bachelor.

Bieber was fined several times for fist fighting at the racetracks.  He maintained: I didn't start fights, I finished them!

Bibi's brother Phil Bieber founded "Unit for Horsemen" which led to the creation of the National HBPA - "Horsemen's Benevolent and Protective Association" which is now the largest horse racing association in the world with over 25,000 active members. 

*interesting sidenote: Buddy Jacobson was the president of the NY Chapter of HBPA.  The HBPA was of course pro-Buddy and the NYRA eventually espoused some viewpoints which may have appeared anti-Buddy.

Isidor Kid Bieber in 1965 - Jewish Bookmaker, Brawler and Horse racing legend, founder of HPBA
ISIDOR “BIBI” BIEBER FIGHT SCENE | 1927 HORSE TRACK BRAWL | MY BUDDY FROM BROOKLYN

Step back into 1927 at the legendary Hialeah racetrack, where power, pride, and raw grit collide in one unforgettable moment.

In this scene from My Buddy from Brooklyn, Isidor “Bibi” Bieber—known as “The Colonel”—stakes his claim on a horse and refuses to back down when challenged. What starts as a heated dispute quickly escalates into a full-blown fistfight, showcasing the ruthless, no-nonsense world of early American horse racing.

“That's Meyer’s horse!”
“It’s mine now.”
“Horsefeathers, you banana oil prick.”

Moments later, fists fly—and Bibi proves exactly why he was feared and respected on and off the track.