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...than an hour. Two by two the newly elected and re-elected marched forward along the worn green carpet to the president's chair, received a quick, hard handshake from Vice President Henry Wallace, whose unmanageable grey hair closed like a shutter over his forehead with each stiff bow...
Robert ("Buncombe Bob") Reynolds, 60, delivered his swan song looking jaunty and well-preserved in a loud-checked shirt and playboy bow tie. North Carolina's junior Senator, now the son-in-law of Washington's wealthy Mrs. Evalyn Walsh McLean, had decided last spring not to seek a fourth term. Said Buncombe Bob: "I have often referred to myself as an isolationist. . . . I merely employed the term because those who attempted to smear us for trying to keep this country out of the war used that word. . . . We are winning this war. . . . Russia could not have...
...years of schooling on the U.S. smalltime circuit, Frenchy knew a good horse when he saw one. In August 1943, he saw one at a Chicago track. Despite a game front leg, Happy Issue ran the way Frenchy liked-fast from behind. Her breeding was none too fashionable: Bow To Me, her sire, had already been shunted off to Cuba as a has-been. But her paternal grandsire was the great French racer Epinard (spinach), for whom French-born Pinon had high regard. He took the plunge, led away Happy Issue from a claiming race...
After the race, his chubby French wife straightened his bow tie and Frenchy filled the ten-inch-across gold cup with water so that Happy Issue might quench her well-earned thirst. That evening, a dozen celebration guests straw-sipped champagne from the cup-and glowed with hopes for Happy Frenchy in the Santa Anita Handicap, scheduled to be run again March 3 for the first time since Pearl Harbor. A week later, War Mobilization Director Jimmy Byrnes ruled racing...
...coast of Brazil late in June 1499. Vegetation grew so thickly at the water's edge that his ships could not land. The air was scented with flowers, gums, resins, wet wood, rotting leaves, redolent barks and fruits. Because it smelled good (and with a playful passing bow to Saint Ambrose), Amerigo Vespucci named the land "Ambrosia," and sailed southward to find the passage to India...