Word: bluegrass
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Kentucky, where men pride themselves on their ability to recognize good whisky, they tell a story to illustrate the art. Two Bluegrass Senators sat down to sample a barrel of bourbon. "Mighty fine likker," allowed one Senator tentatively. After rolling it over on his tongue he added: "But there's something in that barrel that gives it a slight metallic taste." The other Senator took a dipperful, disagreed. "It's a slight leathery taste," he said. Laying a wager as to which was right, they kept dipping until the barrel was empty, then turned it over...
Halters for Foals. Calumet Farm, 1,038 acres of grass and white fences, five miles west of Lexington, is a rare gem among the bluegrass country's jeweled horse farms. The white, red-trimmed barns with dormer windows are quaint and comfortable looking on the outside, elegant and modern inside, with chrome handles on stall doors, chrome saddle racks, cork-brick floors and pine-paneled walls. Although 55 persons and 140 horses inhabit the farm, the place is so carefully kept that it gives an impression of never having been used. But Willow Run has nothing on Calumet's production...
...bluegrass country, folks look upon the Kentucky team as the most exciting thing to come along since Man o' War. But elsewhere in the U.S., there were growls and sour grapes from the basketball cult. The accusations ranged from "outright professionalism" to doctoring home-court baskets, and all of them were aimed at heavy-jowled Adolph Rupp, the Kentucky coach...
After his ankle went bad a year ago, Calumet Farm's Armed was turned out to graze on Kentucky bluegrass. Armed is a gelding and no use at stud, but as 1947's horse-of-the-year, and winner of $773,700 (now third highest in racing history), the then seven-year-old had earned the right to grow old in comfort. Instead, Armed perked up with the rest cure; his ankle bothered him hardly at all. Last week, to a sentimental flurry of applause from the crowd, the old champ jogged to the post at Hialeah Park...
...headed home, President seemed to get folksier & folksier at every stop. In Ardmore, Okla., he yanked open a horse's mouth and stared at the animal's teeth. "Six years old," he cried. "Correct," said the horse's owner. At Lexington, in Kentucky's bluegrass country, he compared himself to the wonder horse, Citation, in predicting a homestretch victory. At Shelbyville, Ky., he talked about his ancestry: "My grandfather Truman ran off with Mary Jane Holmes and was married here in Shelbyville and lived . . . out here west of town...