Judge — March 5, 1932 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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Derby he suffercd a quarter-crack in his right front foot, and had to be withdrawn. This was a frightful blow to the altruistic winter-book operators. A million dollars had been wagered on the Whitney colt. They had to take all this noney and keep it. Yet Gandhi thinks he’s being kicked round, ue man who knows more about more race horses than anybody else in the is Walter Spencer Vos- burgh, official handicapper of the New York Jockey Club. A handicapper's job is to try to make all the fairly well ba This is done by making good horses carry heavier than infe: puntry. Aces anced. ior ones, on the obvions theory that speed is reduced in ration to weight carried. He has been handicapping horses for more than forty years, and during that time has attempted to grade the relative speed of exactly thorough- breds. He handicaps from 4,500 to 7,000 horses a year. He hasn't any stenciled formula beyond observation ind past performances. Few horses have ever fooled Mr. Vosburgh. “There is nothing extraor- dinary about handic he tells you. “AN > to do is study his characteristics and analyze his speed records. A child can do it. In fact, a child ought to do it.” Mr. Vosburgh subscribes to the old ixiom of the turf, that “all players must die broke.” that 500 things can happen to a horse from the barrier to the pay-off station. Yor that reason, with all his minute knowledge of, and inside dope on, horses, he n't made a bet since IS87, weights a_ hors’ horse Things can also happen to the bet- youth, Mr. Vosburgh, now in his late 70's, worked in the sports department of a metropolitan daily. One day the sports editor picked all six winners on the card. “How much did you win?” he was asked. The ts editor had lost $40, wo years Mr. Vosburgh ll the r-olds, and the Fox won -the Derby. Last year he gay Twenty Grand a similar rating, and the Greentree stable cantered home. This year he has placed ‘Top Flight on top, where all gals Ix long. What more can you ask for fifteen cents? Be- sides, Nathan is ood, too. He claims | PRICELESS are the voices of those we love Wuar price on a doctor's midnight directions, on the swift response of the fire department, on the relief of anxiety, the cementing of friend- ship, the unexpected greeting after a long silence? What price on speed in business, on the smooth running of a house- hold, on leisure or rest without neglect of duty, on shelter in a day of storm? How can any one say what the telephone is worth to you? We set a value on such visible, physical things as wires, poles, switch- boards, instruments, operation. We set a price on telephone ser- vice based on what it costs us to and to render it assure its continued growth, PHRASE, “WE'RE AMERICAN TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY (a) Judging the Movies WHAT PRICE COULD BE SET ON THE VOICE AND LAUGHTER OF A LITTLE CHILD A THOUSAND MILES AWAY? WHAT PRICE ON THE BRIEF AND REASSURING ALL WELL"? WHAT PRICE ON A HUNDRED WORDS BETWEEN SEPARATED LOVERS? These considerations are fairly exact. But they have little relation to the actual worth of the tele- phone in your home or office. That is frequently a thing of the spirit and cannot be measured in terms of money. When you buy telephone service you buy the most nearly limitless service the world affords. Because of it you receive the thoughts and emotions of other people and express your own thoughts and emotions to them. There are no hindering handicaps of time or dis- tance, place or circumstance. For a few pennies a day, you move out of your own little corner in the king- dom of ideas and are free to range where you will. (Continued from page 22) sent me out of a theatre with su ha bad taste in my mouth it took several tumblers of very bad Scotch to restore me to fairly good humor. Unfortun: in ely, I can say noth- about the picture except that it is a fair reproduction of the play, and I am not going to give my opinion of that, because Mr. Nathan and Mr. Benchley happened to. express) m feeling so well in their columns when the show opened, I couldn't do any- thing more novel than quote. I MENTIONED “Prest lier, and I might as well go ahead and waste more space and tell you that, in this little gadget about the aphrodisiacal qualities of heat, Miss Harding re- mains very poised and the perfect lady and everybody gocs mad, mad, sir, in those old devil tropics. comicbooks.com