Animals: Hybrid Game

Under the glaring lights of Reno's Harold's Club last week a dozen ugly, hybrid* mice blinked beady eyes at the crowd of divorcees, lawyers, barflies crowding into the gambling room. Manager R. I. Smith was trying out a new invention. An attendant hauled a shrinking mouse out of a coop, dropped him on a flat, glass wheel. Frightened, the mouse started to sprint. The wheel spun. When it began to slow down, the mouse sought shelter in one of the 56 glass cages, each marked with a playing card. This time he darted beneath the jack of clubs. The croupier scooped...

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