EVENTS & DISCOVERIES
May 09, 1955
Horse race impromptu, Last round for Henry, Flies for the trout vote, Tennis temperament, All's well at Fenway Park, Society slugger, The Derby choice
ROYAL SPRINT
Forty workmen busily painting the royal stand at Ascot for the coming meeting downed brushes to watch the most distinguished—if impromptu—horse race of the current season. The participants: Queen Elizabeth and Princess Margaret.
Unannounced, the queen and the princess, in riding habits and bright colored head scarves, entered the Ascot course through the gate from nearby Windsor Castle. They walked their jet-black horses out to the Royal Mile Course and were away at a gallop.
"It was a dingdong battle," reported a workman spectator later, "but with about 30 yards to go Princess Margaret's horse went to the front and won by three lengths. They both rode beautifully."
DIRTY BUSINESS (CONT.)
Three years ago no less an authority than Joe Louis was talking about Clarence Henry, a young heavyweight, as "a coming champion." But Henry got his biggest headlines a year ago June when he was caught trying to persuade Irving (Bobby) Jones, a middleweight, to take a bribe of $15,000 and lose to Joey Giardello. In the intervening months New York District Attorney Frank S. Hogan's detectives have been investigating. In February they got a plea of guilty from Henry. They described Henry as "cooperative" but complained that corroborative evidence as to higher-ups was lacking.
Presumption: Henry had named the higher-ups. Upshot: Henry got a suspended sentence, with the judge expressing belief that he was "the tool of some other slimy creature" unmentioned.
This would never satisfy Mickey Spillane's Mike Hammer. He would know what to do next.
FIT TO BE TIED
Field Mammalogist Bill Schaldach of the Dartmouth College Museum is not the type of fellow who would ordinarily find himself meshing cogs with big wheels of government. Bill has a decent, layman's interest in politics, but in the decade since he was a Dartmouth undergraduate he has devoted himself to the collection of small mammals—mostly, to be blunt about it, shrews. A fellow who collects shrews doesn't get down to Washington very often; the trapping is better in Mexico, Arizona and northern Greenland. A few days ago, however, Bill found himself engaged in a delicate mission which may have important repercussions in the White House itself.

