A couple of weeks ago Yves showed up at the double-chair lift with skis and Moloff, hoisted the dog aboard and muttered, "Now sit still, we're going way up." The dog sat there, trying hard not to appear choked, and at the top Yves unloaded him and then put on skis. "Now then," he said, "take off." Moloff began barreling hell-bent down the icy slope, skittering and careening around the corners, and about halfway down Yves came by in a blur, all tucked over. He waited for Moloff at the bottom, and when the dog came lurching down, tongue out, he said, "Now go home and lie down and shut up." The dog has been lying there ever since, not looking Yves in the eye. "I think maybe he is plotting something," says Yves.
It's a good cause but a bad bet. For every $1 million worth of tickets sold in the New York State lottery, the proceeds of which are to go to education, there will only be $300,000 in prizes. In other words, the take is $700,000, or 70%, or suck-er.
By way of contrast, the take on all bets in roulette in Nevada is 5[5/19]%, the take in horse racing in New York is 15% and the take in the numbers racket is merely in the neighborhood of 50%.
When Albie Swartz of St. John's University was told he had been named to an All-America basketball team, he said, "It isn't kosher." After all, Albie had only averaged six points a game.
But it was for real. Albie was on the Jewish All-America team selected by American Jewish Life, a monthly.
"Well, I guess it's kosher," said Albie, a Catholic, "but it isn't orthodox."
NO VROOM AT THE INDY (CONT.)
The thing about Andy Granatelli's old four-wheel-drive race car was that although it never won the Indianapolis 500 you always knew where it was. Every time it lumbered down the straightaway it gave out with a vroom that shook the fillings out of your teeth, and it was the loveliest loser racing ever had.