Word: horseflesh
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Overnight, Poland's Communist dialectic became dietetic. "Many doctors recommend eating horseflesh," said Radio Warsaw, "since it has great curative powers. It helps relieve pains of older people. The meat, though sweet, tastes not unlike beef." Other broadcasts warned of the dangers of cholesterol in beef. Warsaw's Trybuna Ludu sang the praises of the Tartar, an all-horse-meat restaurant that was opened with much fanfare in Rzeszow. "People are going in droves to the Tartar," claimed Trybuna Ludu. "Its varied menu shows what can be done with horse meat...
Hillsdale, the four-year-old bay colt that is suddenly the hottest piece of horseflesh in U.S. racing, flashed across the finish line to win the $177,150 Santa Anita Maturity. In a box near the finish line, a huge bulk of a man broke down and cried for joy. At 3:30 next morning, flushed with triumph and celebration, Clarence Whitted ("Big Smitty") Smith, 40, wandered out to Hillsdale's barn, delivered a rambling oration to his horse...
...84th birthday, shows no signs of slowing to a sedate canter. Up at 4:45 a.m. for his day at the track, Mr. Fitz still keeps two dozen thoroughbreds under his watchful eye, including Stakes Winner ($764,204 so far) Bold Ruler. At night, naturally. Fitz stays abreast of horseflesh problems the TV way: watching westerns...
...Miller's own entry-a pair of colts named Thorpe Hanover and O'Brien Hanover. Owned by Pennsylvania Oilman Hugh Grant, Thorpe and O'Brien were sons of Tar Heel-another Miller-developed sire. Grant, who depends on Miller's advice and uncanny instinct for horseflesh in making his purchases, bought the two colts in 1956 for a modest $13,000 and turned them over to Miller for training. In his skilled hands, they had already won $103,463 in prize money, as an entry went to the post 19-20 favorites...
...trying to figure out how he did it. With his breeding he should not have the staying power to finish a mile-and-a-furlong derby with a sprint. His sire, the Irish-bred Sullivan, seldom lasted more than a mile; his dam. Lady N Silk, also seemed mere horseflesh. With his build, Silky hardly looks like a thoroughbred at all. He has heavy jowls, the neck of a Percheron and the broad chest of a Turkish wrestler. He clops solidly up to the starting gate as if he were there only to pull it into position. Indeed, Silky...