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...lumbering gilded coach of the Lord Mayor. Built in 1757, its panels decorated by the famed allegorical painter Cipriani, the Civic Coach is quite as imposing as the State Coach of George V. Six horses drew it. Seated on the festooned box was the splendiferous Lord Mayor's coachman, his fat calves gleaming in pink silk stockings, a plumed tricornered hat on his head, a gaudy rosette of ribbons in his buttonhole. From one window of the coach peeped the Civic Mace, out of the other stuck the Civic Sword. Along in glory on the back seat sat Most Worshipful...
...came a famed horse canvas. It is Friends by John F. Herring, in which four Dobbins are shown placidly chomping foliage in the company of pigeons. Reproductions of Friends hang in half a million U. S. homes where horse-appeal means more than esthetics. Artist Herring was a British coachman, painted inn signboards, countless glossy thoroughbreds. Unlike Rosa Bonheur, he was not primarily concerned with equine rhythms, taut muscles. But he waxed sentimental over horses' heads, manes...
...Royal coachman, black gnat, grizzly king, professor! If Calvin Coolidge never again has sport he will at least remember the summer of 1928 as the time when he learned his fly-book by heart, casting on the brown Brule stream. As July petered out and the level of the waters dropped a little in the dry weather, the Brule's inhabitants grew hungrier and hungrier. There came an evening when the President canoed home to Cedar Island Lodge with no less than 26 trout. This was one more than Wisconsin's legal limit but Wisconsin took no action...
Some of the titles are as follows: "An Affectionate Address to Young People on Filial Duty", "A Parent's Household Medical Guide", containing all the amusing and peculiar beliefs and prescriptions of the time. "The Evils of Illicit Distillation, "Saved in a Cell", and "The Profane Coachman's Conversion...
...with machetes rushed upon it from an alley. Quick-witted, Senor Diaz leaped out of the left-hand door of his carriage as the men wrenched open the right-hand door. A machete hurtled, split the leather of the President's left heel, bit into his flesh. The coachman, faithful, sprang from his box, fell upon the attackers. Maddened, they felled him, slashed off his hands, his nose, gouged out his eyes. . . . As policemen arrived the two attackers fled, unidentified. President Diaz rushed to the coachman who had saved his life, lifted the man into his carriage, climbed onto...