Word: wonders
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Lucky") Dewar, the whiskey magnate, watched through high-powered binoculars as Richards rode Tudor Minstrel three miles over the downs. London bookies, assuming that Richards will ride him (though he cagily hasn't said so yet), backed Tudor Minstrel's Derby odds down almost to even money. Wonder Horse Tudor Minstrel, a three-year-old, has never been beaten in the six times he has raced, and Richards has ridden him every time...
Spare the Whip. Richards knew his highstrung mount, and, because he did, the Minstrel had never felt his whip, and never would. Says Tudor Minstrel's head stable man: "If you whipped him it would make him nervous. It would be like whipping a good dog; he would wonder why you did it." The last time he raced, in the Two Thousand Guineas at Newmarket a month ago, he pulled away from 14 other prize three-year-olds and won by eight lengths, only a fifth of a second off the mile record (1:37⅓) that has stood...
Inside-Out. Suspicious U.S. pros did not believe that he was only 29 (a weather-beaten, tweedy fellow, he could pass for 40), until he pulled out his press clippings. Sure enough, in 1935 he was the 17-year-old boy wonder who won the South African Open. His playing was old style. His stroke was a throwback to the basic Harry Vardon type of "inside-out" swing (most modern pros punch the ball more). He liked long, narrow fairways, for he specialized in consistently straight drives (average: 250 yards). The way he explains it: "Just a simple twist...
...eloquently explains the change in his color and composition: "I used to paint mostly on the Mediterranean," he says,"which is a world of fire. But now I have discovered the complexity of the sun seen through the trees, the feel of moss, ferns and mush rooms, the moist wonder of a grey wood in the early morning when the cobwebs are cradling the dew, whereas at the sea you can't get away from the horizontal line. And another thing: where there are lakes and streams in the forest the skies are down in the water...
...blast at what was wrong with British painting. Said he: "In Britain everything is so foul and filthy that artists either go crazy, become surrealist or get into a rut. The clockwork morality of Britain that one feels on a bus, the inhumanity, the rigidity-it's a wonder that anyone paints at all." British art "is all just inspired sketching. That's what the people want. It's not considered gentlemanly to have ideas, so even the best only dabble...