Word: golds
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Santa Anita, where the $136,600 Hollywood Gold Cup ("world's richest race") was run, it was a sweltering 96° as the field of eleven jogged to the post. Vulcan's Forge, the co-favorite, had taken a beating during a violent storm on his plane trip from the East; he had been thrown to the floor, and had banged his hock and thigh. When the race began, he got lost in the shuffle and was not heard from again...
...half years ago she and her father, Track Caterer Harry Curland, had attended an auction of Louis B. Mayer horses. Curland quit bidding on Solidarity at $20,000, but when his daughter said, "Daddy, I want that horse," he went to $21,000 and got him. By winning the Gold Cup (and equaling Seabiscuit's mile-and-a-quarter track record of 2:01 1/5), Solidarity added $100,000 to his earnings and paid his backers a generous...
...guaranteed Gold Cup purse would probably be the last of the big bonanza races this season. With betting off everywhere, the trend was toward lower purses. Last week, Saratoga announced a cut in its minimum purses from $3,000 to $2,500. At Santa Anita, which last winter managed three $100,000 races in a single meeting, horsemen were complaining about giving away so much money in one chunk, instead of spreading it around. Cheap horses, they argued, eat as much hay and oats as stakes winners...
...portraits of well-fed merchant princes and other secular heroes, like the shrewd-eyed, poker-straight Doge Leonardo Loredano, resplendent in gold brocade and carved buttons, registered the pride and self-possession of the Renaissance itself. The work of Bellini's last years, in such paintings as the Toilet of Venus and Feast of the Gods, anticipated the frank delight in the human form which filled the canvasses of his two greatest pupils, Giorgione and Titian...
...General Alexander A. Vandegrift, commandant of the U.S. Marines. Waiting for the take-off was a tall, sad-eyed man who was indeed the very model of a modern full-blown general, or admiral-or at least something mineral. His milky-blue uniform with brass buttons and bright gold stars & bars suggested considerable rank, if an indeterminate branch of service. But there was nothing indeterminate about the man inside the uniform. He was Samuel Floyd Keener, 61, who owns and runs Canton's Salem Engineering...