The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1939-11-08
Dartmouth Cornell Looms As ''71tIe" Game
TODAY.S
SPORT
PARADE
BY HENRY McLEMORE

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United Press StafR Correspondent
New York, Nov. 8--(UP) COL.
Edward Riley Bradley, whose
breech-loading collar was the inspir-
alton for the modern starting gate,
finally caught perfect hand after
so years Of waiting--and now no
body is going to call 1t.
The old gambler from Old Kahn
tuck has come UP with straight
flushes before. He had Behave
Yourself, Bubbling Over, Burgoo
King and Brokers Tip, Derby win
ners all. But not until this year,
after half century Of racing, did
the flush come up royal.
Bimelech Is this baby,s name, and
he has the look Of Eagles in his eye.
The sweet smoothness OF bluegrass
Is In his coat and the fire Of old,
old bourbon is in his legs Six
times he has answered the bugle's
call and six times he has led them
all.
The thunder Of his hooves down
the stretch has done something for
Bradley that doctors couldn't do. Old
now, and as the darkies around the
stable would say, "Doin' poly" of
late, the master of the Idle Hour
farm has drawn new life from this
strapping brown horse. Even as the
doctors are clocking his pulse, the
Colonel Is clocking his colt.
1t is hard to say whether Bime-
lech has made more progress than
his owner. The colonel was flat on
his back when the son of Black
Toney went to the post the first
summer as a two-year-old, but with
each report of how his green and
white barrel hoops were rolling down
the stretch he got better. Last week
Btmelech won the sixth straight
time; now the Colonel is out OF bed
and has changed the company Of
doctors and nurses for railbirds.
checkers and swipes.
All Excited
Men, the Colonel Is more than
just out Of bed. He is up, haunting
and glaunting the world OF racing.
and waving his pocket.book like q
color sergeant on dress parade. To
the Colonel, who had bred and raced
the best, Bimelech is not just a two
year-old horse. Bimelech is the
greatest horse in the world and
Bradley has challenged any owner
of anything with four legs to get
his animal out there, throw a sad
die on him, and await the bell with
his baby.
Colonel Ed didn't ask for any prize
money or any cups. A gambler all
his life and one who bet them high
er than a cat can arch his back, he
said he'd chunk his wallet on the
table for side-bet. All he stipu-
lated was a distance of around G.
mile and a sixteenth and fast
track. He was content to let Bime-
lech do the rest.
1t was an amazing challenge.
With no warning whatsoever, the
Colonel laid his wallet, his silks and
his horse on the line, daring Chal-
ledon. Kayak II or any horse In any
stable to try and take them away.
But Bradley hasn't had any TAX
ers, which would indicate that Brad
ley isn't the only owner who thinks
Bimelech can't be beaten. Challedon
said he already has taken his cot
tage in South Carolina for the WIN
ter, and couldn't get out Of the lease.
Kayak II said nothing, and for once
silence didn't mean consent.
So 1t looks as If Bimelech will
have to wait for that soft May az
ternoon In Louisville to roll the
Bradley hoops down In front again.
That will be all right with the Col
onel, too. Because no picture ever
painted, no song ever sung, no word
ever written stirs the Colonel quite
as much as the sight Of his saddle
cloth hanging out to dry on the
tote-board.