While Europe shivered, English horse-players suffered. Snow had made a mess of the nation's racetracks, and for a gloomy fortnight they all shut down. But up in dank Doncaster a lively bookie named Derek Webster (center) dashed to the pet shop and, for 17½ cents, bought a mouse. Other bookies did the same. Then, without bothering to wash the horses' odds off the blackboard, they staged races with simulated steeds. Two mice, each bound around the middle with a cloth saddle and carrying a jockey made of yarn snippets, crawled across a polished tabletop. Starts, from a chalk line, were at the mouse's pleasure—no tickling was allowed—and often were delayed while it waited to catch the scent of the cheese planted at the finish three feet away. Nevertheless, the sport thrived briskly for a couple of days until the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals itself got a whiff of the cheese and quickly sandbagged the only operating mouse course in all Britain.
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Jan. 28, 1963
- By Arlie W. Schardt
Some of the liveliest action in the current hockey season has been provided by the Detroit Red Wings, thanks to a short-circuiting live wire who crackles on the ice like a bolt of winter lightning
The word was handed down last summer. Wimbledon's old guard had had enough tampering with sacred tradition. No more 18-karat-gold briefs or shocking-pink panties on the courts, they said—all white is the rule. Good idea, said fashion—and not only on center courts but in southern resort centers everywhere white is right
- By Martin Kane
The new rules devised by The Sailfish Club of Florida now put most emphasis on the skill of the angler rather than on his luck and his skipper's moves