Word: jockeying
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...pile of the Carnegie Institute at Pittsburgh come canvases from all over Europe and the U. S. for the Carnegie International, world's biggest competitive show of contemporary painting. In the Institute's galleries they are expertly hung by Jack Nash, a slight, nervous, white-pated ex-jockey. Once the jury of award did the hanging, but for the past 20 years Director Homer Saint-Gaudens has given the job to Jack, who pays small heed to names, more to effect. Jack has seen enough Carnegie juries in action to learn what the public never learns: what artists...
...preliminary races on last week's Hambletonian Day card, the horses were sent off by a new-fangled starting gate: ropes hanging down from a wire drawn high over the starting line. Drivers were permitted 15 seconds (tolled off by a phonograph record) to jockey for position and cross the line. Those who jumped the word "Go" were disqualified...
...millions of U. S. citizens who follow racing, racing's ancient purpose?Improvement of the Breed?is largely a gag. It is no gag to The Jockey Club's Chairman. It is a business as serious as building up the world's eleventh biggest bank, to which he has devoted two decades. The banking business has not been too good for anybody in the past few years. But for William Woodward the business of breeding and running horses has been fine...
Today, the onetime jockey weighs 200 lbs., lives in a little white house surrounded by a little white fence on Long Island's Aqueduct racetrack. There he boards and trains horses (not only for Mr. Woodward but for Mrs. Henry C. Phipps, Ogden Phipps and others), has developed more outstanding distance racers in the past decade than any other U. S. trainer. He remembers the habits and mannerisms of all his past charges (about 50 a year), but the one he likes best to talk about is Gallant Fox, his favorite. He likes to tell how, in his first...
...Fitz. Two years older than his employer, Mr. Fitz, as he is known to turf fans, has been around racetracks for over 50 years. Starting as a stable boy at Sheepshead Bay in 1885, he became a jockey soon afterward, rode on the Frying Pan circuit (half-mile tracks), got $5 a ride (when his employers paid off). In the flourishing Nineties, Jim Fitzsimmons became a pee-wee trainer. His big chance came in 1908 when betting was outlawed in New York, the topnotch U. S. trainers flocked to England, and the second-raters got a crack at the juicy...