Word: bets
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...this sort of skepticism. Because of it, his relations with his brother magicians are not good. "Ethics are tossed aside these days," he muses sadly. He feels that it is especially unethical of his rivals to charge that his mind-reading act is a trick. Occasionally he offers to bet $10,000 that no one can duplicate his "brainbusters." One of his detractors, Richard Himber, bandleader and amateur magician, has countered with an offer to bet $100,000 that Dunninger can't read his mind. Dunninger's reply: "I wonder, would he prove that he has a mind...
Even after the Cubs sold First-Baseman Eddie to the Phillies, Ruth worshiped him from an altar of his pictures on her night table. Once she got up near to him outside the ballpark and fainted. In her diary she wrote: "Phils are losing. I bet it's none of Eddie's fault," and on the same page, "I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal you." Papa Steinhagen, a no-nonsense die-setter and father of another, less emotional daughter, got fed up with all the foolishness. Ruth's folks sent...
...penny-pinching Broadway bookie, Hope has only two props to work with, but both of them get worked to a fare-thee-well. One is a forward little moppet (Mary Jane Saunders) whom Hope accepts as an I.O.U. on a racing bet and later adopts as a permanent but irresistible liability. The other is a horse called Dreamy Joe. When Mary Jane needs a nightie, Hope flings her a sodden, outsized sweatshirt; when she is sleepy, he sings her a lullaby improvised from a handy racing sheet. When she lies desperately ill in a hospital, Hope smuggles Dreamy...
...scantily clad lovelies for a good luck token. He informed Morgan that this year's drawing was in the works. But it hasn't arrived at Red Top yet and Morgan is looking for it in each mail. Superstitution or not, this Harvard outfit isn't overlooking a bet for Friday. After all, this one is against Yale...
...hole, missed the putt coming back for a one-over-par four. When Sam got no better than par on the 18th, he gave a horde of newsmen one glum look: "It was that damned seventeenth that did it." Gary Middlecoff just grinned and paid off his $10 hedge-bet. With a $2,000 first prize and the prestige that goes with being U.S. Open golf champion, he could well afford it. Snead had tied for second place with North Carolinian Clayton Heafner...