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That was his name. According to one story, which has the smell of truth, he was never christened Francis; his friends called him Francis for a nickname, as you might say "Frenchy" or "Frog," because of his madness for French poetry, French amour, French cooking. He could play the sackbut and he sang, in a voice not very even, but bright and moving, the songs of the trouvères. For the rest he was thin, fastidiously jeweled, ingenuous rather than witty, and supremely gay. His father, Pietro Bernardone, a substantial citizen, was banner-bearer of the guild...
...Espino could get ten back if that unruly horse was first. Maiben, up on Crusader, let an inch of rein slip through his hands; the huge horse lunged forward; Mars, his courage broken, slipped behind; only Espino hung on. Inch by inch, his jockey scissoring like a swimming frog, Espino crept up, passed Crusader, won the $26,100 Lawrence Realization...
...Haven, Pa., last week, 20 Pennsylvania State College freshmen sat in the refectory of their forestry department camp. They were fed up with the lore of weird foods. Horse meat is paler than that of cattle, and sweet. Dog steaks are as tender as lamb chops, but taste flat. Frog legs are like the white part of chicken, would be appetizing save for the dead look of the bones. Rat flesh is like that of tame rabbits. Snails fried alive in butter have a quaint taste. They are tough to chew. Human flesh, when the source is not known...
...coal mine in Braidwood, 111. Miners probably decided that George Brennan would make a success of life when he lost a leg. A switchman was absent on a post-payday drunk. George, substituting, tried to uncouple two cars of a moving train. His foot became wedged in a frog and stayed there. He wears to this day a peg leg; loses 1 in. of his 5-ft.-6-in. stature. He then tried teaching school, found it dull; managed a baseball team, found it unremunerative; worked as clerk in the Secretary of State's office in Springfield (the only...
...week's revival (in Chicago) of the American Derby, one-time "classic." A florid gentleman in a Panama looked benignly at the scene. He was Colonel E. R. Bradley of Lexington, Ky., owner of a brown horse named Boot to Boot, whose jockey, working his legs like a frog, drew under the wire, a winner by two lengths. The race put $89,000 in Colonel Bradley's pocket, was the fifth derby his stable has taken this year. He won the $50,000 Kentucky Derby with Bubbling Over, the $10,000 Louisiana Derby and the $25,000 Latonia...