Word: stallion
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...statues go, Lusaka's bronze monument to Empire Builder Cecil Rhodes is pretty run-of-the-horse. It weighs seven tons, stands only slightly larger than life size and, with somewhat oxidized symbolism, depicts Rhodes as a naked Apollo, riding fearlessly onward astride a magnificent prancing stallion. Donated to the city four years ago by the Rhodes-founded British South Africa Co., the statue soon became the object of all self-respecting Zambians' hatred...
...horse calculated to take anybody's breath away. A strapping (16 hands) four-year-old, he was bred by Elizabeth Arden Graham, the cosmetics manufacturer, who insists on rubbing Ardena cold cream on her horses' legs (she claims that it is better than liniment). Sired by the stallion Gun Shot, who broke down before he could prove his racing potential, foaled by an undistinguished War Admiral mare, Gun Bow showed practically nothing as a two-year-old. Last year he won six races and a respectable $41,292. Faced with the necessity of making her Maine Chance Farm...
...track, Bull Lea won a useful $94,825. But it was in the barn with the mares that Bull Lea lived up to his name. By last year, his offspring, most notably Citation, Armed and Iron Liege, had won the astounding total of $13,280,851. The magnificent old stallion is now 29, the equivalent of 145 in human years, and, with a mere eight foals this spring, in the twilight of his years. So is the dynasty. Bull Lea's sons have never matched their father's prowess as a sire...
...been guarding for public introduction on April 13. Thus it was little wonder that Fred Olmsted, the automotive editor of Detroit's Free Press, stopped in astonishment last week when, in a Detroit parking lot, he spotted a red convertible emblazoned with the insignia of a galloping stallion...
...those men / In their silver breast-plates, and the stones / They laid her on, and the sleeves of her dress--" the saffron dress with the golden border. Then the black and white men of court return and Aegon thinks of "Lesbos when the beach turned gray" and "the gray stallion of the autumn." And finally Clytemnestra returns--with neither her husband nor his mistress, but with the blood of both. She flings her cloak open: it shines blood scarlet. She wraps it around her; still the scarlet lining shows, till the last light is out and there is silence...