Judge, 1922-09-16 · page 9 of 36
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# "Form": A Satire on Horse Racing Prediction This piece by Heywood Broun satirizes the absurdity of horse-race gambling prediction. The cartoon depicts various types of bettors: the optimistic "guy with the racing sheets," the bookkeeper who loves his system but can't afford to play it, and others who employ different betting strategies ("plays them on the nose," "plays the favorite to finish third," etc.). Broun's essay mocks the pretense that horse racing is a "science." He argues that while people claim betting requires expertise in geology, psychology, criminology, and finance, actual racing predictions are nonsensical. The humor lies in the absurdly contradictory expert tips provided for horses at Saratoga—each claiming certainty while conveying nothing useful ("Polly Ann—She would have no excuse if beaten"; "Cap Rock—Ready to go the route"). Broun concludes that gambling succeeds through sentiment and luck, not learning, and asks readers to simply provide him a hatpin—suggesting he'd rather abandon the whole frustrating enterprise.
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