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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 13, Issue 6 (September 1, 1938)

The Eyes Have It!

The Eyes Have It!

These are a few of the reasons why I would like to own a real racehorse in a real stable with a horse-shoe over the door, where I could call on his horseship every morning and fondle his fetlocks or pat his pasterns. No, I don't think I could be as familiar as that. I might do it if the horse were not looking. Have you ever seen the look in a racehorse's eye? One gave me that kind of look in the saddling paddock once. Well, I've been looked at by sales ladies in the haberdashery department; high-class tailors have regarded me with the glazed eye of a boiled cod; I have been looked at by bridge partners and dancing partners; page 51 life-savers have seen me in a bathing suit; and I thought I was hardened to all varieties of optical insult; but when that horse looked at me I hastened to the “tote” and asked for my money back, or, failing that, that they present it to the home for fat jockeys (fat in a jockey is equivalent to old age in anybody else). The hot blush of shame singed the edge of my collar when I thought of my colossal vulgarity in wagering on anything so haughtily remote as that splendid animal. It seemed worse than taking odds (both ways) on my great aunt Seraphina who is so aristocratic that she blushes blue when she sees red and spends Arbor Day under her family tree.