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Mulloy said he should have known better than to play with Homer, anyway. When they teamed up in Monte Carlo not so long ago, Prince Rainier fell off his chair laughing. "I remember all I could see were the Prince's feet sticking up next to Princess Grace," Mulloy said. "But Homer wanted to play at Wimbledon so badly I couldn't bring myself to refuse. He is a very influential man in Indiana."

DONE WITH A TWINKLE

The current fad in Europe, prompted by the publishing a few weeks ago of The Dog Horoscope Book, is canine astrology. The author, Liz Tresilian, a 25-year-old British woman, claims, for example, that dogs born under the sign of Gemini are eternal babies and have split personalities, but nonetheless are intelligent, enjoy chasing cats and particularly adore having their ears scratched. A dog born under Taurus "will be a bore...dead from the neck up and tedious beyond compare. You will not have to teach him to sit but to stand, because saving energy will be one of his main preoccupations." A Virgoan "will have green feet. He will take a genuine interest in your garden." A dog born under Capricorn "will have an interest in class and social standing.... He will be aware that top people believe hunting, shooting and fishing should automatically be among the accomplishments of civilized beings, and he will put in a lot of time improving his standards in these sports." The Aquarian will be an avid, if unaccomplished, hunter. Having scented his quarry, "he will want to know why it was in such a hurry, how many brothers and sisters it has and how long it has been living in the district. To get this information he will have to go right back to the beginning, so instead of following the rabbit he will take the scent in the opposite direction."

Miss Tresilian admits she is only a casual student of astrology and has based her book on dogs she has known rather than on a feel for the stars. Her current astrological laboratory is limited to her 4-year-old basset, named Budget. He is an Aquarian.

But the response to the book has been so overwhelming that the famous Paris voyante, Mme. Frederika, who lives on the Rue St. Honor� in an apartment that is said to have been Robespierre's, has had to accede to her clients' requests for dog horoscopes. Mme. Frederika says she is a fortune teller "with no mind for numbers. Astrology is a kind of mathematical discipline, so my secretary is the one who handles these cases." When summoned, the secretary arrives carrying a tray with three glasses and a bottle of champagne. Everyone has a nip, the dog gets his stars read and the client departs, none the wiser.

TIP FROM THE TOP
Twelve years ago Jerry Cooper of Walnut Creek, Calif. was taken to Golden Gate Fields by his uncle, Ed Romero, the San Francisco Examiner horse racing handicapper. One of the track directors gave Jerry a money clip as a souvenir. The clip had on it the imprint of a win mutuel ticket, dated July 7, 1967 on the No. 7 horse in the seventh race. Over the years, Jerry saved up, waiting for July 7, 1967. Last Friday he took all his money—a little more than $100—and bet the No. 7 horse in the seventh race at the Alameda County ( Calif.) Fair. The horse won, paying off at 4 to 1. Jerry collected $570.

STIRLING

The other day, in an interview in London, Britain's once-great racing driver, Stirling Moss, said he felt the urge to race again. Five years after his near-fatal crash, Moss admits he has even gone so far as to take out a competition driving license under an assumed name. "I used just a plain ordinary name," he said. "I won't tell you what it was, because it is the sort of thing one should save." The license, he believes, has expired, but his hopes of racing again have not. "I know that the barrier built by five years of development of drivers, cars, tires and experience could be almost insuperable," he said. "If only one could go back as a beginner and not be expected to jump into the top class again. But I have a tremendous number of business commitments, which are based on the reputation that took me so long to build up. I have to make up my mind whether I'm prepared to stake my reputation again on the race track."

And his life.

NEW ANGLE
Lionel L. Watson, a San Antonio angler, has an armchair method for determining if the fish in his neighborhood are biting. He keeps a pet black bass in a tub in his breezeway. If the bass only nibbles at his breakfast, Watson says, the fishing will not be worthwhile, but if the bass gulps down his morning perch, fishing in a 250-mile radius will be excellent.