Word: finished
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Dates: during 1930-1930
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...certain Mr. Midwood, standing among 250,000 people who spread like a dark fungus around the crooked oval that is the Aintree course, the moments between the last jump and the finish must have been trying. Mr. Midwood is a Liverpool cotton broker who never bets on horse races, who once paid $53,000 for Silvio to win the Grand National, but failed, and admits that he does not know the pedigree of Shaun Goilin, whom he calls "a thoroughly Irish horse." As he watched Sir Lindsay and Melleray's Belle moving away, Mr. Midwood may have questioned...
...provided the major thrill of the evening by defeating his chief rivals Clapp, of Stanford and Ault, of Michigan, in a grilling furlong swim. All three men had already put on stellar exhibitions in trial heats of the 440, and yet they battled through to a hair-breadth finish in the 220. Ruddy was the winner, followed by Clapp, while Ault fell behind in the last stages of the race...
...when Oilman Walter Teagle's defending champion, the Pointer Mary Blue (TIME, March 3) was set down. She found one less bevy-six to seven-than her brace mate, the Setter Rod M's Dan. But all could see she was the fresher dog at the finish. For half a heat in another brace the pointer bitch called Brighthurst Mary Proctor ran so brilliantly that she looked like a champion, but suddenly she folded up and it was Mary Blu against Feagin's Mohawk Pal- the pointer-setter final everyone had wanted...
...about such efficiency. When the Freshman walks to morning classes even the mud on his shoes is a tribute to progress and seems only vaguely out of place in venerable Sever. Perhaps tomorrow morning will dawn on the completed Plan, with rhododendrons sprouting, the dadoes displaying a natural wood finish, and a piano recital in full swing. When this tomorrow arrives and the finished product, treated with muriatic acid and delicately dressed in English Ivy, appears before the undergraduate, he may find it palatable after...
...figure was catching St. Godard-parka suit, woolen socks and moccasins, a young, bronzed face-Earl Brydges. Brydges lives in Cranberry Portage, St. Godard in The Pas, 55 miles away, so they are neighbors as neighborhood is measured by frontiersmen. Brydges drove into The Pas in a whirlwind finish, the winner. His time was 12½ minutes better than St. Godard's, who came in staggering with three tired dogs lying on his sled...