Word: belmonts
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Glisson's first spill since four horses piled up in the stretch at Belmont Park last June. That day, with one jockey hurt and two others stunned, he walked calmly back to the jockeys' room where an excited doctor exclaimed: "That was a pretty bad spill." Glisson, dirty and dusty, stared at the doc with cold, blue eyes and said matter-of-factly: "I've seen worse." At 18, he has the kind of unshakable coolness that makes him a standout among the hard-boiled little men he rides against...
...seven years as a sportwriter on the New York Journal-American, Hearstling Jeane Hoffman has covered everything from a frog-jumping contest to the World Series and the Belmont Stakes. ("I'm so tall," she says, "I have to interview jockeys sitting down.") In between, hard-boiled Reporter Hoffman found time to toss off some sport features for the Gazette. In naming her executive editor, Publisher Harold H. Roswell gave her orders to try to recapture the Gazette's bygone glories as the "sportsmen's bible...
...damn bad ride." At Saratoga in August, a colt named Middle-ground outran everything in sight, and in the Midwest a streak of bay lightning known as Curtice was winning again & again. According to custom, the three of them should have had it out last week in the Belmont Futurity, the race that decides the juvenile championship...
With the cream of the crop absent, a bumper Futurity field of 14 colts and three fillies burst out of the starting gate and began the dash down the Belmont straightaway. Guillotine, a speed horse from Greentree Stable, son of 1939 Futurity Winner Bimelech, shot into the lead. The experts waited to see him chopped down at any moment. But with Jockey Ted Atkinson swinging his whip, Guillotine was still in front after covering six furlongs in i :og, and lasted the additional sixteenth of a mile to win by almost a length from Calumet Farm's highly regarded...
...Belmont Park last week, Citation's once-fevered ankle was ice cold and sound as a dollar. The trouble was that during his long wait on the shelf, Citation had developed a brood mare's belly, the neck of a bull and a rump like the back of a taxicab. Around the barn, the standing joke is that the "big horse" must have been eating from the same trough with Jake Hizar, the fat (264-lb.) foreman. To pare Citation down to racing weight, Ben Jones is giving him a double dose of work-one gallop...