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...foxy, old Fred Egan, was no great shakes as a two-year-old. But this year, thanks to careful nursing of his weak hocks. Baby (as he is known around the barns) outstepped his rivals in three of the four major tune-ups for the Hambletonian: Indianapolis' Stallion Stake, Toledo's Matron Stake and Narragansett's National Stake. At Goshen last week Fred Egan's Baby did not let his followers down. He made a runaway of the first heat, crossed the finish line (half a length in front of Remus, two in front of Kuno...
...James Rolph III, daughter-in-law of the late Governor of California: a ver dict of not guilty of slandering the thoroughbred stallion, War Glory, owned by Mrs. Frank Carreaud of Texas (TIME, Aug. 5); after a jury deliberated for nine hours; in Federal District Court, San Francisco...
Last week Mrs. Carreaud sued Mrs. Rolph (and her husband, co-owner of the ranch) for slandering War Glory. His stud value impaired, the plaintiff asked $34,000 damages-$24,000 (because she said her handsome stallion, once worth $25,000, is now barely worth $1,000) and $10,000 still due on the four-year lease...
...subsided, Mazeppa, traditionally played by a curve-some female, has been tied to a "fiery Tartarian steed." headed precipitously away from the lone Polish prairie. Enacted in Suffern by the papier-mache horse used by the Lunts in their Taming of the Shrew, the role of the high-tempered stallion is reduced to comic relief. But riding one of his flesh-&-blood predecessors back in the 1860s, Adah Isaacs Menken, most celebrated Mazeppa of them all, was bruised on many occasions by being thrown, kicked, stepped on. As Mazeppa, the well-made Menken used to be stripped down...
There he weekended last week, driving up from Philadelphia through Valley Forge Park. There he looked over his stable of superb working Percherons (sired by mighty Fallowfield Buck, a pedigreed stallion bought from his friend Lammot du Pont) ; Brandy, his big Virginia hunter, favorite of his stables; dozens of new calves; his herd's milking records. He lunched with kindly, pretty Mrs. Pew in the mansion-house-a broad, yellowstone Pennsylvania farmhouse with a vast fireplace, beamed ceilings, wide-board floors. Over the rolling, spring-green hills he looked and said, with his quick, humorless smile: "I get about...