National Geographic : 1967 Sep
In his command post Judge Hofheinz has installed scowl ing Thai temple dogs, sculptures in brass and teak, richly embroidered hangings, and furniture in gilt and red lacquer -all part of a 13-ton collection assembled on a recent tour of the Far East. In the adjoining board room a dozen big chairs surround a long coffin-shaped rosewood table. A foot or two from one end of the directors' table stands a smaller one with a throne like chair under a scarlet canopy; the Judge sits here when presiding at board meetings. More artifacts from the Orient fill a bedroom-bath-kitchen suite, reached by a spiral staircase. Here the Judge often spends the night rather than journey home to the suburbs after a long day. Stunned by the visual impact of all this, many visitors have groped for words to describe the decor. Bob Hope's "early Farouk" has been quoted widely. Another suggestion was "Ringling Brothers Revival." My own offering-with a nod to the prairie setting-was "gopher baroque." Such gibes bother the Judge not one whit. Show business, 360 he says, needs a certain garishness. Calf scramble for laughs, bull fight for thrills-Astrodome pa trons witnessed both last year. At the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, 24 boys try frantically to grab by hand 12 Angus and Here ford calves. The catch becomes the captor's prize. First formal bullfights ever held in the U. S., Houston's blood less bouts climax with symbolic kills. As in Portugal, El Toro is spared the final sword thrust. Matadors fare less well. Here on his knees, cape flaring, Jaime Bravo eludes one charge (right), but the beast turns quickly and horns him (below). He suffered a punctured lung and three broken ribs, but recovered to fight again.