Word: mud
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...stone for such great horses as Twenty Grand, Gallant Fox, Count Fleet and Assault. The odds on Olympia were a prohibitive 1 to 3. He shot into the lead at the start, in a driving rainstorm, and stayed in front by a length or two to the homestretch. There, mud-loving Palestinian caught him and forged slightly ahead. Jockey Eddie Arcaro stung Olympia once with the whip, then gave the form players a chill by hand-riding the horse through the last sixteenth...
...Daniel Shafer had had a full, busy career as professor of physiology at Stanford University. On the first morning of the college year after "Emeritus" was added to his former title, Professor Shafer, feeling lonely and at loose ends, wandered into his beehouse. There he began to watch a mud-dauber wasp as she buzzed purposefully to the window sill, stretched her forefeet out like a kitten, and took a sun bath. She seemed to know exactly what she was about. In a matter of minutes Shafer's admiration was aroused and he found a new and absorbing interest...
...this day, which is called Satur Day, thou shalt gird up thy loins to the mud land of the east, into the Downs that are called Suffolk...
...strange, unnatural lake. It is eleven miles long and four miles wide, with clearly defined shores and what look like beaches. But, except for a short time after a rare desert rain, the lake has no water. Its smooth and precisely level surface is cement-hard dark-red mud. Its one surface craft is a weathered wooden dummy battleship, built long ago as a bomber target. Above it, in the bright desert sky, thunder the real craft of Muroc Dry Lake...
Bugs & Slide Trombones. As a freckle-faced boy, Chuck was mostly interested in collecting bugs, growing gourds and sunflowers, hunting with a .22 rifle, and fishing in little Mud River. He played in the school band, starting with a big bull tuba but settling finally for a slide trombone. He went to Methodist Sunday school, stayed out of trouble, and was quiet almost to the point of being timid. "Nobody ever noticed Charlie Yeager much," says Lyle E. Ashworth, a classmate, "until 1943 when he buzzed the town in a P47 and sent old Mrs. Lon Richardson to the hospital...