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...Raiser shot in front, opened up a five-length lead. Bold Lad moved into second place and stayed there, while the rest of the eleven-horse field was strung out up the track. Going into the final turn, Jockey Manuel Ycaza clucked to Bold Lad, and the white-stockinged chestnut slowly began to close the gap. But Flag Raiser was far from through. With Jockey Bob Ussery whipping furiously, he beat off Bold Lad's challenge, and in the end it was the favorite who tired. Almost unnoticed, Mrs. Ben Cohen's Hail to All (odds...
...command descended from the company's 19th century owners: Chairman Walter R. Beardsley, 59, who controls 20% of the firm, and President and Chief Executive Walter Ames Compton, 54, a Harvard-trained physician. A breeder of Chukar partridges, a leader in the fight to save the American chestnut tree, and a collector of Japanese swords, Oriental rugs and historical bells and whistles, Dr. Compton has few habits that require the frequent use of his chief product. That does not seem to bother him. He has strongly moved Miles into clinical testing devices and other profitable fields -and he also...
...comments on the HRO concert must start with a paean to the program. Professional orchestras seldom pass the two hour mark these days, leaving the listener with a vaguely unsatisfied feeling. And at least one of the selections on the program is usually a chestnut that every member of the orchestra could play standing on his head. Both for the length and content the HRO program was a delight...
...retreats to the country house she bought last March in the wooded hills above the Riviera, a secluded, rustic mansion which she has artfully converted into a kind of sanitarium for all that ails her and her friends. She cooks with imagination and flourish, inspects the yield of her chestnut trees, walks in her woods with her German shepherd dog. "I have begun to find serenity in the last few years," she says. "My life used to be in very poor balance...
...City is decked out in her Christmas finery now, of course. The roasted chestnut vendors are yelling louder on the corners, and an extra fleet of wreathed hansom cabs have been hauled out, as if from some secret storage barn, to further confuse the yuletide traffic. Most of the better Fifth Avenue shops are piping carols out into the street, but scarcely anyone stops to listen. Their music is drowned by the clanging bells of sidewalk Santas. Rockefeller Plaza's giant evergreen is ablaze with colored lights, and the Rockettes are kicking their hearts out in a "happy holiday extravaganza...