Raymond Hook went to Kenya with his father in 1912 and fell in love with the place. Helpfully, Daddy Hook bought an estate for his son. Actually, the land was undeveloped and the Masai, who used it to graze their cattle, were simply booted off to make way for farms. In addition to planting coffee, Hook had a side business of providing wild animals to zoos in Europe.
Kenneth Gandar-Dower was what was known as a gentleman adventurer. That means he was wealthy enough to not have to bother with the sordid business of earning a living and could spend his time indulging his hobbies and pursuits. He was given to dangerous exploits such as flying from England to India with very little piloting experience and climbing active volcanoes. He was also a top quality tennis and squash player as well as an accomplished cricketer.
The Search for the Marozi
In 1934, Kenneth Gandar-Dower had gone to Africa on a hare-brained search for the spotted lion, or marozi. It may or may not have existed in the past but it’s pretty much accepted that it doesn’t exist today.
The marozi is thought to have been a hybrid of lion and leopard ancestry. A farmer shot and killed two spotted lions in the Aberdare Mountains of Kenya in 1931. They may have been simply immature, garden-variety lions that had not lost the spots typical of young cubs. Even with the expert guidance of Raymond Hook, no marozi were found.
However, chats around the campfire at night after another fruitless search turned to talk of cheetahs and their phenomenal speed. The idea was hatched to introduce cheetah racing to the great British public.
Greyhounds or Cheetahs?
If horse racing is the sport of kings then greyhound racing is the sport of workers. The two hunters in Africa reasoned that cheetahs were faster than greyhounds so racing them would be something of a spectacle. Add the frisson of excitement created by a top predator at full throttle. Irresistible.
The two men captured a dozen cheetahs, crated them up and shipped them to England in December 1936. After six months of quarantine, the big cats were taken to a greyhound track just west of London for training.
An exhibition was set up for an invited group of dignitaries. The electric hare was set loose with a juicy chunk of Argentinean beef attached and the cheetahs released. They showed no interest in the hurtling steak and milled about before walking over to the bookmakers who dispersed faster than cheetahs.
Hook could see the flaw in the project - as anyone who has a tabby cat in the house knows they aren’t the easiest critters to coach. He sold his share in the venture to Gandar-Dower who believed more training was needed.
The Cheetah Versus Greyhound Race
By December 1937 the undaunted Gandar-Dower felt his felines were ready for the big time. By an unhappy coincidence the greyhound racing business was in the doldrums and promoters were looking for novel ways to get bums into their empty seats. Gandar-Dower’s high-speed kitties were just the ticket and an event was set up for the stadium in Romford, east of London.
The notion of cheetahs racing against greyhounds drew a sell-out crowd. There may have been one of two among the assembled throng hoping for the cats to go bush and eat a few of the dogs. People can be like that.
The first race featured Helen who left the dogs behind, crossing the finish line in a track-record time. The next race featured James and Gussie who, it turned out, were poor students at cheetah racing school. Gussie shot into the lead by jumping the inside fence and cutting the corner. James immediately lost interest in the race and decided to take a close look at the spectators in the grandstand. However, the big cat responded to his trainer’s calls before snacking on one of the punters.
Other races were organized but soon the public’s appetite for the spectacle wore off. Cheetahs, it seems, are highly intelligent but not the slightest bit competitive. If one of their number takes the lead in a race the others are smart enough to not waste energy in a futile race; they are just as likely to curl up and have a nap.
Predictably, cheetah racing did not go into a second season and remains an exclamation point in sporting history.
History does not record what happened to the less-than-mercurial tabbies.
Raymond Hook returned to his farm in Kenya, dying there in 1968.
Among his many other accomplishments Kenneth Gandar-Dower was a good writer, publishing five works of non-fiction. During World War II, he signed on as a war correspondent and was sailing from Kenya to Ceylon (Sri Lanka now) on the SS Khedive Ismail in February 1944 when it was torpedoed by a Japanese submarine in the Indian Ocean. The vessel sank in two minutes and carried to a watery grave all 1,297 on board. Gandar-Dower was just 36.
The greyhound racing business in Britain has fallen on hard times. There are now just 30 tracks operating where once there were 77.
Queen’s Club in London is a private retreat for sporting people. Kenneth Gandar-Dower once caused a flutter among the members when he took one of his cheetahs into the bar on a leash.
There are fewer than 10,000 cheetahs left in the wild, making it Africa’s most endangered big cat.
In a new low in bad taste, sprinter Ben Johnson, who lost his 100-metre gold medal at the Seoul Olympics of 1988 for cheating through steroid use, appeared in a commercial for Cheetah energy drinks with the line “I Cheetah all the time.”
- “The Great Romford and Harringay Cheetah Races!” Vaguely Interesting, February 23, 2013.
- “Penguin no. 198: Amateur Adventure by Gandar Dower.” Karyn Reeves, A Penguin a Week, February 26, 2011.
- “Fox Tossing, Octopus Wrestling and Other Forgotten Sports.” Edward Brooke-Hitching Simon and Schuster, 2015.
© 2016 Rupert Taylor