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

Scratch-as-scratchcan

Scratch-as-scratchcan.

And when things were slack I'd scratch him. I've always wanted to do it. I've stroked cats and boats, I've patted dogs and little boys' heads, but I've never scratched a racehorse. It must soothe the horse; in fact, it seems completely to take a horse's mind off his work. I've noticed that a well-scratched racehorse never races except in cases where he starts from scratch. This no doubt applies to ticklish horses only. Yes, sir, I'll certainly get a step-ladder and a rake and scratch my horse thoroughly when I get him.

And when I get him I hope he won't be one of those horses who read better than they run—paper-chase horses. And, above all, I hope he will be a friendly horse who won't look at me as though I were something nauseous he had found in his oats.

If he were a pony I'd call him Laryngitis, because he'd be a little hoarse.

They're Off!!!

They're Off!!!

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