Word: handler
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Kilcullen fought each other in the third round of the tournament. In the second round Kilcullen knocked Feary down once and Feary knocked Kilcullen down twice. In the third round, Feary scored his 33rd knockout in 38 recorded fights. In the semifinal, he scored the 34th when the handler of his opponent. Jack Holland of New Orleans, took off his shirt and threw it into the ring. His opponent in the final, George Schultz of Cleveland, stayed on his feet till the third round when Feary knocked him down for eight seconds and won the decision...
Justice Townsend Scudder, judging the six, singled out the pointer, the Scotch terrier and the greyhound. Nancolleth Markable scrutinized his handler, then his owner, then the judge. At a wave of applause in the last minutes of the judging, he faced around to give the crowd a solemn look. When Judge Scudder handed his handler the rosette for first prize, he gave a jump and sniffed. To Gamecock Duke of Wales went the trophy for the best American-bred dog in the Show...
...Dane bitch before, but unlike the other Manhattanites along the block, he was not frightened. The bitch looked as if she might be worth money; he stepped out and took Her by the collar. An hour later from a Manhattan police station to which the doorman had consigned her. Handler Ben Lewis of Lexington, Ky., removed his Great Dane. He explained that as he got off the train in the Pennsylvania station that morning Fionne von Loheland had slipped her leash and run away; he had been looking all over town for her. He was glad to get her back...
...Saratoga Springs, N. Y., Elijah Johnson, Negro handler, was caught plugging a piece of sponge into the nostril of Racehorse Sun Mission to shorten his wind, insure his losing. Sun Mission finished third. Elijah Johnson's sentence: 90 days in gaol...
...Grace, drowsing in her kennel at Hayneville, Ala., last week might have been dreaming with a dog's sharp reminiscence of the end of that three hour run; she might have been wondering whether the time had not come for her handler to bring her a platter of lean, raw meat; or she might have guessed, from the smell of the pine crate that was almost overpowering in her infinitely acute nostrils, that she was soon to make another trip to Grand Junction where, on March 5, she must defend her title in the National Championship Bird Dog Trials...