Word: betting
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...American farmer, as canny a speculator as ever cashed a three-horse parlay, hemmed and hawed about the new soil-bank program served up by Congress in late May, consulted his form charts and then made his decision: a heavy bet on the soil bank to win. Last week, the deadline for the 1956 signup past, the Agriculture Department reported that nearly 500,000 farmers had agreed to take 10,720,749 acres out of production, would thereby reap a cash harvest of $225 million in Government payments come fall. The 1956 bank balance more than satisfied Agriculture Secretary Ezra...
...Jersey (36): New Jersey is ready to throw all its votes to Stevenson, but the safest first-ballot bet remains 36 for Governor Robert Meyner...
Known all over Germany as "the little man's horse racing," pigeon racing is nowhere so popular as it is in the Ruhr. Miners breed and raise their birds with loving attention, bet heavily on the pigeons' speed and natural navigation skills, bridle at the very thought of selling their pets for food. Last month, when a rash crook kidnaped half a dozen prizewinners and sent one of his own homers with a ransom note, the whole valley rose in wrath. Pigeon partisans tagged the go-between pigeon with streamers, trailed it by plane back to its loft...
...mathematics, told the court: "He begins working calculus problems in his head as soon as he awakens. He did calculus while driving his car and lying in bed at night. The only thing that would distract him was his African drums." Handicap Game. In Tokyo, preparing to pay a bet lost on the U.S. All-Star baseball game, Stars and Stripes Employee Don Schuck went into training for ten days, lost 8 Ibs., then golfed his way through wind, sleet and hail to the summit of Mount Fuji (12,389 ft.), losing 27 balls, taking 1,275 strokes, and after...
...thirst. But having led their horse to their esteemed water, the Bourbouliens made him drink. By last week he was taking his medicine like a man, frisking around almost like a race horse. Just about everybody was overjoyed, impatient for the day when they could get down a bet-everybody, that is, but the local Poujadists. They plastered the town with posters: "Bourbouliens, whom are they making a fool of? If poor little Pyrame is wheezing or broken-winded, there's a way to deal with him-slaughter him! . . . Bourbouliens, are you going to remain untouched when thermal services...