Word: saws
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Kuwatly's nationalists, who had always favored federation, suddenly realized that federation would still leave the way clear for Khaled el Azm to become President of Syria, began pressing Nasser for an outright merger. Nasser, who not only shared their misgivings but saw a chance to regain the Arab world leadership lost by his ignominious Sinai defeat at the hands of Israel, set one big condition. He demanded that the Syrians agree to dissolve all parties in the merger, and accept a single Nasserite National Union such as he has formed in Egypt. Kuwatly and other nationalists agreed...
Amid Hialeah's flamingos last week a lot of horseplayers had a fine, healthful time watching, and a few had a fine, even more healthful time winning. When they looked up from their form sheets, they saw some of the finest thoroughbreds in the world. When they stepped up to bet, they could let their money ride with the country's winningest jockey. His name: William John Hartack Jr. If jockeys had their own colors, his would have to be red (for guts) and green (for money...
Hartack's introduction to racing might have unnerved a less cocky boy. His first time on the track, he saw five horses fall in a frightening pileup. "Jocks were lying all over the place," he recalls. Corbin talked fast to assure the boy that such accidents were rare, and a few days later he conned Bill into climbing aboard a horse. First, the beast tried to run away with its helpless rider, and Willie just managed to hang on. Next time, says Corbin, "the horse went down on its knees and Bill slid onto its head. He just sat there...
Bill rode in the second race. He was so thoroughly scared that he forgot to pull his goggles down, could not get his hands set right on the reins and was last out of the gate. ("All I saw was horses' tails.") He finished last. "You see how silly this is?" he asked Corbin. The trainer simply answered: "You ran fine...
When his contract with Mrs. Rice ran out, Hartack saw no need to stay tied down to one stable. He was good enough to risk the life of a freelance, with a broader choice of mounts and the pleasure of hiring out to the highest bidders. After a couple of years of getting up at dawn to work horses and muck out stables, Bill found it nice to lie in bed late, then drive to the track to ride horses hand-picked by his agent...