The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-09-08

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 She looked sternly at him, This colt has never started. You find a soft spot. want to win first time out. Understandp We're going to sell this colt one of these days, and, if he has winning record" She didn't finish the sentence. She turned away, called: "Oh, Callie, come and help me pack, and see that Norman has my car shined up"
 Linda stayed at g. hotel in Lex ington that night; the next morning by appointment-drove out to MT. Samuel Riddles Faraway Farlns, a few mile3 north of Lexington.
 The magic oi her magazines name got her special attention, Though the hundreds of daily sight-seers were arriving, she was given the exclusive services of Man O Wars gray-haired groom, the courtly Will Harbutt.
 Old will went into his spiel: told of the stallion, now q years old, being bought from August Belmont for $5,000 as an untried 2-year- -old. "-an he done made a million dollars in winnin' races, stud fees, and sale of his chillun. But fust-"
 First, Will insisted on showing two of Man O Wars great sons, Crusader and American Flag He pointed to an empty stall: That's jes' waitin' for War Admiral to come home and be with his pappy. An hear"-with sweep of his arm he pointed to fourth stall in the immaculate stable: "Heah is Man O War hisselfp
 The Negro walked into the stall, closed the lower half of the door, said Come here, Red!"
 Linda saw @ flaming chestnut turn in the stall, approach the door. Will threw an arm around his neck. Said:
 Listen, Miss, this here be Man O War, the greatest horse in all de wide worl. AS 3-year-old he run in II races, win 'em all, an bust track records north an south Got So other horses skeered to run ag'in him. Once only one would come out on de :rack-thaC was Hoodwink; and old Red, he beat him by hundred lengths.
 AS a 2-year-old he start 10 times. He lose one race--an' de jockey what rode him is walkin' now.
 Man O Wars chillun be the greates' of 'em all: there be Genie, Scapa Flow, Mars, Crusader, American Flag, Clyde Van Deusen he win the Kentucky Derby; Edith Cavell, Beateu; War Ad- miral-he win the Derby, too; and about 300 others"
 Docs Man O War eve" talk, WHIP" Linda asker seriously.
 Talk? Why, Miss, he writes letters! Yes, ma'am. He done writ a half dozen to his son, War Ad- miral. Amt you, Red?
 Member when they call on that Seabiscuit match race? Cause Seabiscuit had the rheumatiz or sumpin'? An then they didn't let War Admiral run in the Sub urban, cause his trainer think the track too sloppy an evbody git mad2 Then next Monday War Admiral, he start in the Queens County Handicap at Aqueduct?"
 Yes, Linda remembered. She had seen that race-sitting by Monte Hills side. Monte was roofing for the Admiral that day. Member how the crowd hiss an boo War Admiral cause he didn't run in Shark in the Suburban? An they all prayin' for Shark to win"
 T wasn't, Will" she told him.
 Lord bless you, ma 'am-course not! Anyway, old Red, he hear that hissin, and he go half-crazy. He writ out a telegram, an he sent 1t to War Admiral, and they give 1t to him jes' as he get to the post. It say:
 "'Son yo' pappy remin's you you done won 10 races straight - make this leven. Never min that crowd O pore whites booing you you Is quality-go out an win, son-win for yo' ol' man.
 And he did! War Admiral, when Shark come alongside him, he say, git back in the rear where you belong-you can't pass quality folk. an Shark, he git back, an War Admiral he win fo' his pappy - almos' bus a track record. Red writes him long letter dat night. He say, Son, you pappy mighty proud. You win even wid dem pore white trash hissin' you. We's improvin' de horse breed; hits time humans improve theirselves-"
 Linda had 1t! Unknowingly, old