Word: havemann
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...horses were running at Agua Caliente. To a tall, spare, compulsive horseplayer named Ernest Havemann, that was reason enough to abandon temporarily the mission that had brought him cross-country to Los Angeles. He caught the next plane south. He had been to the Mexican race track many times before, usually in the same noble cause: a crack at the track's 5-10 pool, a lush bale of lettuce divided among bettors who have picked the most winners in the fifth through the tenth races.* Havemann invested $96 in an array of 48 likely combinations, and kissed...
Most horseplayers would have been overjoyed to settle for such a stupendous take. But Havemann is more than just a horseplayer. Back home in Glen Rock, N.J., he dashed off an exuberant 6,700-word account of his Caliente triumph and submitted it to LIFE, where it appears this week. For this consideration, Havemann received a handsome additional reward. It was no more than his due. In the world of freelance magazine journalism, Horseplayer Havemann is the prolific, prosperous king of the corral. A few others, who never seem to stop writing at breakneck speed, may earn more money. King...
Shrinking Market. Of the hundreds who freelance for a living, only a fortunate few succeed. Havemann's annual in come has exceeded $50,000. During the last twelve months, his byline appeared 13 times in five magazines. He also published his fourth book, Men, Women, and Marriage...
...magazines, among them Collier's, American Magazine, Coronet and Woman's Home Companion, have folded in the past seven years. Last month the Saturday Evening Post, which used to receive 100,000 unsolicited manuscripts a year, announced that henceforth all of them would be sent back unopened. Havemann's reputation insulates him from such vicissitudes. He does not have to solicit magazines; they solicit him. Of every four articles he writes, three stem from some editor's suggestion. "I can't imagine a story I'd turn down," he says...
Gentleman's Agreement. Born in St. Louis 50 years ago, Havemann aspired at first to replace his father as the world's greatest handicapper, a title that Havemann père claimed with total spuriousness for most of his 82 years. "My father was a bum," says Havemann affectionately. "The best job he ever had was driving a laundry truck." In his skinnier days, however, Father Havemann jockeyed horses and, when he put on too much weight to ride, cultivated a passion for losing money at tracks. Like father, like son. Young Ernie bought his first Daily Racing...