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After Bill Woodward was accidentally shot and killed by his wife (TIME, Nov. 7, 1955), Nashua went on the block along with his stablemates of the Belair Stud...
...Horses once owned by the late sportsman. William Woodward Jr., continued to sell for astonishing prices. After buying 39 of the Belair Stud thoroughbreds for $410,000, Miss Mildred Woolwine and her partners resold the lot at Keeneland, Ky. for a 125% profit. With Segula, dam of Nashua, bringing a record auction price for a U.S. broodmare ($126,000), Kentucky Horsewoman Woolwine and her friends collected a total of $924,100. Nashua's sire, Nasrullah, also proved that he was worth a pretty penny. A syndicate headed by Kentucky's Thoroughbred Breeder A. B. ("Bull") Hancock paid...
...father despised publicity," said Elizabeth Woodward Pratt. "As children, we were never allowed to be photographed." Her father, the late William Woodward, was a topflight U.S. banker, a figure in authentic Manhattan society and, as master of Belair Stud (Gallant Fox, Omaha), one of the most widely respected sportsmen on two continents. Last week the glare of worldwide publicity beat in a way it never had before on the Woodward family. Had the wife of William Woodward Jr. deliberately shot him in that darkened hallway in their Long Island home? Was it an accident? Was there a connection between...
...Nashua became the greatest racer since Citation. Up until then, Bill had not cared much for his father's hobby, but he took over gracefully and intelligently the role of a leading turfman. (At the time young Bill was killed, Belair Stud, with $831,025 in purses, was the leading money-winning stable of 1955.) Recently, Woodward and his wife had seemed to their friends and relatives to be much happier together. But they still had a peculiar emotional effect on each other. The week of the killing they got into an emotional dither over evidence that a prowler...
Last week goo people crowded into St. James' Episcopal church for Bill Woodward's funeral; thousands more stood outside on Madison Avenue. His widow, still too upset to attend the services, sent a blanket of white chrysanthemums dotted with red carnations, a floral expression of Belair's racing colors-white, red spots, scarlet cap. An inscribed ribbon with this sent through the Woodward connection a slight shudder, quickly repressed by family loyalty. Recalling Ann and Bill's pet names for each other, it read: "From Dunk to Monk...