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...they were dressed alike, with fascinating headbands, large earrings of gold, veils held in place by slender copper pins. Guardsmen stood at attention. In the offing was the great king's chariot, drawn by two asses. Grooms held the reins; another flunky was in attendance. Gaming boards with dice, copper bowls, tumblers, and other diversions awaited His Majesty. But he was nowhere to be seen. It did not matter for all these people had been dead since circa 3500 B. C. Their flesh and the wood of the harp and of the chariot had long ago rotted into nothingness...
...Miss Leona Marie Esch of Cleveland said that the only way to beat the criminal was to "load the dice," i.e. stiffen the law. "He gambles with the law," said Miss Esch, "playing three to one he never will be caught, two to one he never will be convicted, and then playing a last chance [that] he will never be sent to a state penal institution...
Back of this gentle fable is fashioned a magnificent background of race humor, pathos, song and hot-blooded simplicity. Dice click, spirituals sigh and scream, superstition stalks and little children chatter. For this background the piece is chiefly notable. The play itself is not a masterpiece. The acting is brilliantly accounted for by a troupe seized from the dusky depths of the vagrant Negro theatre...
Last week champion two-year-old Dice, his long narrow legs playing up and down like fire, stepped out of a Saratoga stable where he was being groomed for the morrow's Saratoga Special. Gaily he loped a practice mile, sniffed the cool air that smelled a little of horses and saddles, pranced off the track. A stable man leading him rubbed the horse's nose, then looked down at his hand quickly. It was covered with blood. Dice, suddenly tired, stood stiffly while bright red drops made a pattern on the damp turf. Four hours later, blood...
Touts, jockeys, trainers with the universal sentimentality of sporting characters, enjoy the supposition that race horses possess retentive memories. They would prefer to suppose that Dice, as he watched blood oozing out of his nostrils, preserved in his mind a blurred panorama of fields and stables, race tracks and boxcars. Outlined still in the confusion of the past would be the five spring afternoons of his five races; victories all, in which he won $43,000 for owners who had bought him for less than a quarter of that amount, valued him at more than twice that amount. There would...