Word: goldens
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...years before Tom Mooney went to jail, a farmer of Waterford, Conn. shot a golden eagle which had been raiding his chicken-run. The bird was only winged and the farmer took it to State Tree Warden Henry Fuller, who turned it over to Elmer Kenerson, New London's husky Superintendent of Parks. An animal-lover who knew something about veterinary science, Elmer Kenerson set the big bird's pinion, named it "Uncle Sam," built it a wooden cage 30 ft. high and 20 ft. wide around a tree in New London's wildish Riverside Park beside...
...ordered to see if the eagle had been poisoned. When it was over, the physician reported that Uncle Sam had undoubtedly been poisoned but New London officials refused to press the investigation. Keeper Kenerson buried his eagle beneath the cage and had a small tombstone made, inscribed: UNCLE SAM GOLDEN EAGLE...
Spectators at Manhattan's annual Westminster Dog Show have agreed of late years that the big white & golden sable collie, Champion Lucason of Ashstead o'Bellhaven, is a magnificent sight. Imported from England and reared at the famed Bellhaven Kennels in Red Bank. N. J. by energetic Mrs. Florence B. Ilch, No. 1 U. S. collie breeder, he was judged best of breed at Westminster from 1930 to 1934. But many a layman, remembering the smart, friendly Scotch collies of his youth, has deplored the breeding trend which gave Lucason his looks. Aiming at a long, narrow, chiseled...
...spicy zest of an Italian soldier about to be sterilized by his dusky foes. Indeed, a football team which leaves its scalp, shirt, and reputation on Soldiers Field has become part of the fine old Harvard tradition. For years, the only brilliant thing about the team has been its golden pants...
...found the sleeping princess--and a beautiful one, too! Already--valiant fellow! --he has slain the fire-eyed dragon. Already--oh clever one! --he has cut a piece from her priceless veil. Already--with his wand--he has awakened her from her magic sleep; already seated her on her golden throne. And things thus far are going well. Already he has approached her with these sweet words: "My fairest princess, dost thou not know me?" Then the expected answer: "My noble Knight, I know thee not." And then the brave Vagabond shows her the piece cut from her veil, exactly...