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...H.A.A. now revels in its unchecked sway, but a day of reckoning shall come. For a breed of Harvardmen will grow up, never having tasted that curious elixir--the blend of fall air, football, and good scotch. When the new alumnus gets slowly soused of a Saturday afternoon, he will care not one whit whether Crimson is in triumph flashing. As interested alumni gradually become extinct, the Harvard farm system will dwindle. Within a decade the Red Beast will again be no more than a small pink rodent...
...Most authorities, e.g., the U.S. Trotting Association and Blood-Horse, doubt that standardbreds are more populous than thoroughbreds. But for a well-bred example of Reader Koch's favorite breed, the three-year-old trotter and Hambletonian Winner Scott Frost...
...Fair in Detroit, it was not easy to tell who looked prouder, Defense Secretary Charles E. Wilson or Windrow Helene, his prize four-year-old cow. Windrow Helene, who produced 10,658 Ibs. (4,956 qts.) of milk in 305 days, was crowned grand champion female of the Ayrshire breed...
Peering through the bars at Author Hodgkinson's caged semantic monsters, the reader will find such strange animals as the Marxist breed of equality (ravenstvo). "'By equality Marxism means, not equalization of individual requirements and individual life, but the abolition of classes,' said Stalin to the 17th Party Congress (1934)." And so on for a page of valuable documentation of George Orwell's porcine commissar whose classic formula was: "All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others." Similarly, Author Hodgkinson has fun with the word peace (mir) and the bellicose roarings...
Boars & Bills. At the second barn the President watched a Berkshire boar, the gift of the Glenwood All Breed Swine Association of Glenwood, Minn., being unloaded from a trailer. "Hey, he's a nice-looking fellow," said Farmer Eisenhower, as the pig romped out. "There's your new home, Butch; go right in." Butch waddled into the pig pen. When photographers asked the President to call the pig, he' obliged with a fine Abilene-style hog call. "Sooooooey, soooooey, hoh, peeg, peeg, peeg," he crooned. Then he glanced at his watch. "I better get back to work...