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...would be a sickly season indeed were it not for a new twist: the emergence of Steve Cauthen. An apprentice jockey since his 16th birthday last May, Cauthen has won 276 races and more than $1.6 million in purses since riding his first professional mount. That nag, King of Swat, was a 136-to-l long shot, and finished as the odds had him-dead last -but Cauthen has been winning ever since. He stands a good chance this year of building the most successful season a "bug boy" (apprentice) has ever known...
...threatened with immediate extinction unless his debts are settled, beat the point spread? Most of all, will Good Cop Charlton Heston and Stadium Manager Martin Balsam be able to neutralize the sniper without having to turn to the dire methods of Tough Cop John Cassavetes and his blood-hungry SWAT team...
Died. Mrs. George Herman ("Babe") Ruth, 76, widow of the Sultan of Swat, baseball's greatest player; of cancer; in Manhattan. A Broadway dancer from Georgia, Claire Hodgson was unimpressed when she first met Ruth in 1923. "His face and his stomach were fat, his legs like a chorus girl's," she wrote in her 1959 memoir The Babe and I. As his second wife, she helped curb the Bambino's bacchanalian excesses during their 19-year marriage. After his death, she became the custodian of his legend. Though the Babe's home-run records...
Multifaceted compound eyes, often mounted on the ends of posts or stalks, give bisects something approaching 360° vision, as anyone who has tried to swat a housefly can verify. Their sensitive antennae enable them to smell food sources or find mates; some insects can smell the sex pheromones, or attractants, emitted
...price audiences have to pay for liking The Sting. Harry (James Caan) and Walter (Elliott Gould) are bumptious turn-of-the-century vaudevillians with more talent for stealing the customers' wallets than for stealing the show. Offstage they drink out of the finger bowls at posh restaurants, swat each other with their hats a la Laurel and Hardy and cause everything they touch to blow up in their faces, from a bottle of champagne to a vial of nitroglycerin. "They're not oafs," someone says of them. "They would require practice to become oafs...