Matt Weinstock, May 30, 1959

Day at the Races

Matt Weinstock After a long hiatus, Snake, this corner's caddy correspondent, has reported in again, this time with a racetrack adventure.

He
and some other Bel-Air caddies who'd made a few good loops (carrying
golf bags around the course) decided one day recently to try their luck
at Hollywood Park.

They pooled their loot and agreed to bet on certain jockeys.

"We are not poor losers," Snake said, "but by the sixth race we were down to almost empty saddles."

Not only that, people swiped their seats when they went down to the windows to place their bets.

They
were sitting high in the grandstand as the horses paraded for the
seventh race. Their money was on a jockey who is a familiar figure in
golf and a nice guy. As he went by one of the caddies yelled, "Hey,
don'tthreeputt this one!"

But he blew it and the next race, on
which the caddies' last dimes were riding. After the race, the same
caddy walked up to what Snake calls the "almost barrier" and said
softly to the jockey, "Just what really is your line?"

::

May 30, 1959, Comics ON THURSDAY Mrs. Jean McKeen,
who lives on a 40-foot sloop anchored at Balboa, got the signals that
motherhood was imminent. Her husband, a yacht rigger, was working on a
boat somewhere in the harbor and could not be reached, so she phoned
her mother, Mrs. MaxRinehart, in L.A.

Her mother rushed there to help and as they started ashore Jean stopped and said she better leave a note for her husband.

And
with the refreshing casualness with which young people now contemplate
such matters she wrote simply, "Having baby," and dashed off to the
hospital.

::

REMINISCENCE

I used to watch the "give" shows,
Now I watch and play —
It seems the wheels who ran them
Gave themselves away.

— JULIAN BROWN

::

WE'VE HAD
hoses that burrow into the ground, men who claim to have ridden on
flying saucers and all sorts of miracles and phenomena. This week there
was a new mystery.

Mrs. Virginia Lily, 6102 Delphi St., Highland
Park, phoned the paper and asked, "Have you heard of a plane losing
something while flying over Los Angeles?"

Told there was no such report, she said, "Well there's a lot of butter on my roof."

Closer
inspection revealed it was really oleomargarine, six quarter pounds of
it. They had struck her roof and driveway and a neighbor's roof with
tremendous force and splattered.

Mischievous youngsters might
have been responsible, she conceded, but the blobs were in a line,
indicating they had landed from a great height.

"It's kind of silly," she said, "having to clean up after airplanes."

::

May 30, 1959, Abby EVERYONE IS making cracks about the Yanks, but Eric Sevareid
said it best on his CBS radio broadcast. An excerpt: "For years we've
been preaching the cause of the small against the big, the weak against
the fast and the old against the new. And behold, it is beginning to
happen. The New York Yankees are in eighth position in the American
League. It is a warning wink in the Almighty's eye, putting the world
on notice that those who live by power must die by power. The meek
shall inherit the earth and it's about time."

::

FOOTNOTES
There's one in every crowd. During a discussion of "The World, the
Flesh and the Devil," in which only three persons are left after an
atomic war, BillGraydon asked. "Is that the one where Harry Belafonte get the ticket for jaywalkings
?" … Attention all paupers: A Mercedes-Benz ad offers "the world's
most honored car at prices pauper or prince can afford. From $3,500 to
$13,000" … Monty Ryan knows a ladymalaproper who says if she didn't go to gym class every week her muscles would get "flappy
" … This is one of the weekends the safety council people worry
about, and the traffic toll figures Sunday night will tell why. Me, I'm
staying home on some long postponed reading.

About lmharnisch

I am retired from the Los Angeles Times
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