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...near a Dodge coupé with a broken axle and mired in gypsum sand up to the running boards. One was an unshaven, booted, leather-jacketed oilfield-lease hound named Allen; the other, Sir Henri Deterding, immaculately dressed in English tweeds, with a pipe and a diamond stud, and a diamond twice as large in a ring he wore. I said, "Sir Henri, this must be a God-awful experience for you, stranded in the Winkler County desert." His reply: "Compared with traveling in Mesopotamia on a camel with mud up to its arse, this is a boulevard...
Charles Ritchie found it "extraordinary" how quickly Aly took hold, and "how conscientious he was about his job." But the job still left him time to check up on his ten stud farms and stables in France and Ireland, and for visits to his Paris mansion in the Bois de Boulogne, his manor house outside Dublin, his Riviera chateau and his villas in Normandy and Switzerland. His constant companion was a slim, tawny-haired French model known professionally as Bettina...
...Fruchtman picked up his horse for a bargain-basement price of $2,500, named him Bally Ache after the Jockey Club Commission turned down several other proposed names. Says Fruchtman: "I nearly got an ulcer before we named him Bally Ache." (Fruchtman jokes that when Bally Ache goes to stud, his first colt will be named Bally Button.) Bally Ache has run out of the money only once in 23 races, since January has won the $100,000 Flamingo Stakes and the $100,000 Florida Derby. Says Trainer Jimmy Pitt: "He's successful because he never frets or fusses...
With this final honor, Gossie retired from the show ring, was carried off to the Venables' home in Atlanta. There he will lead a life of casual ease, and devote himself to the task of improving his breed (stud fee $150). Business should be brisk, for Pekingese fanciers are willing to overlook the single fault of Westminster's champion. He snores...
...scene, for anybody who has indulged in Nevada's favorite public pastime, was familiar. The room was quiet except for the snap of cards, the clack of poker chips and murmuring of the players. At nine tables, the gamblers played stud, low ball, twenty-one or panguingui. The cards were dealt, the winners raked in the pots. Then, at 3:20 p.m., a bugle blew, and all the players got up and went back to their cells. Gambling at Nevada's State Prison in Carson City was closed...