Holding such deviationist views, it is a marvel that Rubin has survived almost 20 years on the Worker staff.
The secret is in his picks. He has been studying racing forms since shortly after he learned to read and his selections, unlike those of the vast majority of track experts, show a profit. So far this season he is anywhere from 28 to 80 points ahead (points being equal to any currency unit the bettor can afford?dollar, pound or shilling) depending on whether his followers bet to win, across the board or long shot.
"You should follow this man," proclaims the Worker, not unreasonably, to its readers. "When Cayton (Rubin's nom de track is Cayton because the Worker started publishing on Cayton Street) gave our readers his 400th...winner of the season last Tuesday that was just another milestone in his long and successful career for the Daily Worker."
The man on whom the Communist paper depends for a fair chunk of its estimated 83,000 circulation had to leave school at 14. For four years he worked at such jobs as tailor's assistant until the day he astounded the Sunday Referee by picking eight out of eight winners in that newspaper's contest. The Referee hired him, though only for a month. From the Referee he went to the Daily Worker. There he became easily the hottest item on the sports page.
He has had spectacular triumphs, some of them with mystical overtones. In 1949 Russian Hero won the Grand National at 66 to 1. Who picked Russian Hero? The Daily Worker's man, Rubin. This sort of thing leads to jokes and Rubin resents them. The Observer chided him recently for selecting Red Influence in a race at Newmarket. Red Influence won, naturally,' but Rubin is still infuriated at suggestions that propaganda sways his studies.
Rubin seldom bets and almost never goes to the track. He knows very little about breeding, since "that's another field." He works solely from form.
"It's a nerve-racking job," he says. "Nobody believes what a nerve-racking job it is."