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...road to the Century began one night in 1950 when Yolaine, a senior at the University of Miami, arrived at the Sacred Cow, a Manhattan restaurant of which Sol was part owner. His mother, Mrs. Sophie Lenefsky, is an accomplished chicken plucker who has feathered her nest over the years by hard work in a chicken market. After World War II, she presented Sol and his sister with $13,000 that she had saved, to buy the restaurant. On the night Yolaine came to dine there, she was introduced to Sol. Two months later when he went to visit...
...Using head, elbows and glove laces with wicked efficiency, Featherweight Champion Joe ("Sandy") Saddler spent twelve rounds at San Francisco's Cow Palace cutting up Filipino Challenger Gabriel ("Flash") Elorde. Finally Flash bled so badly that the referee stopped the fight in the 13th, let Sandy keep his title...
Louse It Up. Pollard grew up in Butte, Mont., spent his teens as a horse wrangler and ham-and-egg fighter in cow-town clubs. It was on Seabiscuit that he rode to fame. But during the summer of 1938, when the great bay horse was training for a race with Samuel D. Riddle's War Admiral, Pollard broke his left leg. "George Woolf, a nerveless rider who was called The Iceman,' was assigned the mount on Seabiscuit," says Alexander. "A few days before the race, a national network asked me to conduct a two-way radio program...
Clap goes the thunder, zing says the lightning, down come the rains, out goes the dam, wham goes an earthquake. Temples crash. A wall of water whirls the hero away. Fissures swallow tons of peasants, and the earth munches on them the way a cow chews oats. Lana, meanwhile, is hammering picturesquely on death's door as she battles a tropical fever, and as soon as she can walk she staggers, understandably enough, toward the nearest exit. She is apt to find it crowded...
...barn one early evening last week, the Brown Swiss cow was calving for the first time. A small knot of anxious men stood near by. Farm Manager Ivan Feaster, becoming alarmed at the slow process of birth, raced off to call a veterinarian. He was stopped in his tracks by a shout from the barn: "It's all right, Ivan," yelled Farmer Dwight Eisenhower, "don't bother to call." In the stall, the mother cow licked the quivering body of her offspring, a fine bull calf, while the President of the U.S. looked on in beaming approval...