Word: stall
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...stable area of New York's elegant Belmont Park?Stall No. 6, Barn No. 20?lives a champion who at the age of four already seems destined to be the hero of such a legend. He is a big, muscular, aristocratic racing colt who stands 16.2 hands (5 ft. 6 in.) high and weighs an above-average 1,200 Ibs. His name: Native Dancer...
...Barn 20 is an equine Ritz-Carlton, decorated with bright splashes of Vanderbilt's cerise and white and run by a veteran drill sergeant of a foreman who has Vanderbilt's and Winfrey's mandate to buy whatever he needs to keep the race horses fit and happy. Stall 6 is the royal suite. The Dancer, afflicted with the typical thin skin of the grey, suffers from the heat and can't stand flies, so there are fans to keep the air moving through the stall and an automatic fly-spraying system for the entire barn...
When he went back into Stall 6 to resume his career, the Dancer was a noticeably different horse from the one of a year before. He had put on hardly any weight, but the 1,200 Ibs. had plainly hardened. The dark grey had begun to lighten around the flanks; the head was now more on the white side of grey than on the black (if he lives long enough, the Dancer will turn snow white). Standing, he had a massive, granite look?a sculptured masterpiece waiting for a pedestal...
...Murray waddles into Stall 6, trustfully sits on the straw directly beneath Native Dancer and begins wrapping training bandages around both fore ankles. Bill Winfrey, standing by and sipping coffee, does not intend to work the Dancer hard but merely to "blow him out"?let him run to clear his lungs and get his system unkinked for the afternoon's business. Bernie Everson, the Dancer's regular exercise boy, mounts and, with Winfrey in the lead on a palomino pony, walks the Dancer slowly out to the big track. From the stands, the dockers can see a quarter...
...England. Invited to play at Westminster Abbey, he had only a few hours of rehearsal with the huge organ. Because the Abbey's acoustics are so troublesome that the organist has scarcely any idea what his playing sounds like, Mrs. Biggs was stationed far below in the choir stall as Biggsie tried the stops, calling up to him, "Too squeaky," "Too harsh...