RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CIV, Issue 30741, 4 May 1965, Page 28

RANDOM REMINDER

PUNTERS

Ever dreamed, instead of winning a Mammoth, of what you would do if only you had Monday’s paper on Saturday morning. You could amaze your friends and predict with some accuracy the score in the main game at Lancaster Park, you could slay them in the bar with your review, on Saturday, of the week’s Stock Exchange transactions, tell them knowledgeably what the editor will be saying in Monday’s leader, ask them if they’d beard about the big fire, accident, disaster or whatever it is and mystify them by explaining that it hasn’t happened yet, but it will. You could, of course, fill in a pools coupon with real

hindsight and make a killing there. But if you have an ounce of New Zealand blood, your dream will take you to the racecourse; and even if you lose sight of the fact that the thousands you place on every winner are going to shorten the stated odds a shilling or two, you would stilt need an articulated van to carry the stuff away. Or would you? Experience shows that some people could mess it up unless you held their hand right through the operation. We know, for instance, of a Wellington syndicate of several men remarkable only for their ignorance of horseflesh, fields and form and their signal lack of success. Yet

week by week they tike turn about to place their modest investment One member was on holiday recently when his turn came about, but though he felt lost without a barman or barber to advise him, be bought all the best tipping sheets, studied the papers at his bach, worked out charts and on Friday finally posted off his findings to another member in Wellington for investment at the T-A..8. on the Saturday. Whether it was all these extra permits and mid-week meetings that had confused him is not known, but he had made all his picks for a meeting held on the previous Tuesday: and he had not picked one winner.