Word: bitting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Spotless as alabaster statues were the greyhound Lilly of Devoir and the big French poodle Nunsoe Duc de la Terrace. The tight white coat of the wire-haired fox terrier Flornell Spicy Bit of Halleston was hound-marked with tan; the silky white of the pointer Benson of Crombie marked with liver. Snowflake, the Old English sheepdog, looked like a fresh snow drift blanketed with fine blue-grey ash. Only the Pekingese Wu Foo of Kingswere showed no white in its tawny-red fluff. The final judging lasted 20 minutes. Dr. Jarrett watched the six prize-winners as they circled...
...free as a stallion, of famed Fancier Geraldine Rockefeller Dodge, niece of John Davison Rockefeller Sr.? Or to the magnificent poodle, champion of England, Belgium, Austria, Switzerland and France, entered by Mrs. Sherman Hoyt of Manhattan? . . . Finally Judge Jarrett waved the two-year-old fox terrier bitch, Flornell Spicy Bit of Halleston, into the winning stall...
Week before Flornell Spicy Bit had been beaten in a specialty show limited to her own breed. No one expects a dog judge to explain which among a hundred fine-drawn points of form and carriage has made him place one perfect purebred above all others. But Judge Jarrett last week departed from custom to comment on his choice: "This is a wonderful fox terrier of the correct size, shown in good coat, put down well and splendidly handled. In fact, she won comfortably...
...champion was imported from England two months ago by Stanley Halle of Chappaqua, N. Y. Last week lay spectators admired the immense dignity, weighty as a Newfoundland's, with which she comported herself in the ring. But Flornell Spicy Bit of Halleston did not win their hearts until, at the very moment when Judge Jarrett was naming her U. S. Dog of the Year, she slipped her leash and frisked across the ring as saucily as though her name were...
...Finger is gray-haired, and a bit wrinkled, and a good deal be-paunched; one would think him old enough to have learned not to take himself seriously. But, alas, he seems to feel in his way-down-deepmost soul that he has a personality, and likewise--or therefore--a message for humanity. That personality is composed of seven children, a penchant for beefsteak and good liquor, and the capacity to take pleasure in reading. One regrets, when reading "After the Great Companions," that he chose to discourse on literature and progeny rather than on food and drink...