Word: gig
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Image who save ground and energy by running far back along the rail until they start to race in earnest for home. For pace handicapping, the Derby field was a textbook case. Forward Pass fought all the way with two speed demons named Kemucky Sherry and Captain's Gig, clearing the way for Dancer's Image to romp the last half-mile in the exceedingly leisurely time of 50 seconds...
Preakness positions are not assigned yet, but luck figures in other ways. Dancer's Image was extremely lucky when the tiring Captain's Gig bore out in the stretch and let him get through on the rail. Generally, a horse out in front is a horse out of trouble. That is where Forward Pass will be. The Dancer's revenge would be sweet indeed. But if he has to wait for the longer and more prestigious Belmont to squelch Forward Pass' Triple Crown hopes, it will be sweeter still. The Belmont may be another story...
...Grey & the Gig. That was enough to convince the odds makers, who installed Forward Pass as the early-line Derby favorite (at 2-1). The second choice (at 4-1) is Dancer's Image -who is exactly that. Owned by Massachusetts Auto Dealer Peter Fuller, who turned down an offer of $1,000,000 for the colt last month, Dancer's Image is a son of Native Dancer. Like his daddy, he is a grey. Like his daddy, he prefers to come from off the pace: two weeks ago, at New York's Aqueduct Race Track...
...again. Captain Guggenheim has a dark horse in this week's Derby too. His name is Captain's Gig, his odds are 5-1, and if anything in the field is likely to turn the tables on the favorites, he is it. The 1¼ miles of the Derby may be too much for Captain's Gig; he has never raced beyond a mile. But there is no faulting his record (three for three this year) or his speed. Last year he broke the Aqueduct track record for 61 furlongs. And last week at Churchill Downs, Captain...
Soup is about a bachelor gourmet editor (Gig Young) on the rueful side of 40, who thinks that variety is the spice of sex life until he meets The Girl. Barbara Ferris is a fetching house urchin who wears her microskirt so short that the evening seems like a continual panty raid. Her undies scan better than the dialogue, which unravels along such lines as, She: "You only want me for one thing." He: "Yes, but what a lovely thing." If the polish is in Ferris' frame, the spit is in her delivery. She has a snort like...