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...generation of boys, only a handful, the very best, will earn the honor. Arcaro, Atkinson, Longden were race riders. And Shoemaker, Hartack, Cordero, Pincay, Baeza, Turcotte, Velasquez. Now there is Steve Cauthen, only 18 and a race rider. A prodigy at 16, a fearless boy returning from an ugly spill at 17, and less than a month past his 18th birthday, winner of the Kentucky Derby and Preakness, the first two classics of the Triple Crown...
...outsized hands, an innate sense of balance and pace and, despite his years, the cool confidence that he could win. In his first full year as a jockey, he won 477 races in New York State alone, and this despite a four-week hiatus after a terrifying spill had left him with a broken rib, a smashed arm and facial lacerations. Three times he rode six winners in a nine-race program; four times he won five. In one amazing week he won 23 of the 54 races at New York's Aqueduct Race Track. In 1977 Cauthen...
...father and marries Basil, the barber of her choice, Gelsey has the kind of high-stepping, scenery-chewing part that can hurl an artist into stardom. Don Q offers some of the great bravura set pieces in the classical repertory, and Baryshnikov has seen to it that the routines spill into each other and positively spatter on the stage, threatening to engulf the aisles and even (somebody call the cops!) the streets outside...
...Diego's morning Union and evening Tribune (combined circ. 317,000), the twin flagships of the Copley chain, the Times' move went over like an oil spill. "I look upon this as an invasion," fumed Union Editor Gerald Warren, a sometime White House press secretary who returned to his old home from Washington 2½ years ago to take up his current post. "We're itching for the fight. Our juices are running. We're going to give them the fight of their lives." In response, the Tribune is adding ten reporters, bringing its editorial staff...
...laughed sympathetically. A bunch of ten-year-old boys wearing Red Sox baseball caps started jumping up and down in their seats just in front of me, causing me to spill orange juice all over my lap. Their mothers brought them under control, but only after going beserk themselves. A band of spring-break student gypsies surrendered to the madness and lit up a joint...