Talk about greyhound racing to a horseman, and his lip curls in contempt. "Outdoor roulette. The numbers game for gamblers and rubes," he sneers, recalling the days when Al Capone and Frank Nitti ran the action and anything went: switching dogs, doping them, filling them full of water to slow them down, sticking thorns in their feet. Some of the old flamboyance still persists in Britain, where the whole country was buzzing last week over the dognapping of Hi Joe, the favorite for next June's Greyhound Derby. But in the U.S. these...
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