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...As the Bluegrass country's favorite son—a Kentucky authority insists the appellation is incomplete—Happy [Chandler] loves horses more warmly than he did when he chiefly loved baseball. Then he declared race tracks off limits for ballplayers, but now he openly employs horsy parlance.
"I'm a Needles man," he told the press after he had visited with Harry Truman without winning the former President's indorsement. A political writer who construed this as a bid for the garment industry support had to have it explained that Needles won the Kentucky Derby after trailing by 15 lengths.
It wasn't necessarily a happy analogy. Needles ran a dreadfully slow last quarter as everything in front of him died.
CHICAGO, AUG. 14
...Athletically, the triumphantly audible Clement's performance was magnificent. From Iowa to Georgia, demoralized hog-callers were reported fleeing into retirement like Rocky Marciano. For volume, endurance and unflagging pace, no sports figure this side of Branch Rickey could have matched the bull-throated boy wonder of the corn-pone belt. The reaction of one press box critic should, perhaps, be discounted on the grounds of possible Republican leanings.
A news account of this speech, this misanthrope suggested, should begin: "The Democratic party smote the Republicans tonight with the jawbone of an ass."
The big game has hardly reached half time out here, and already there's reason to wonder how many of the starting team can go the oratorical distance. Clement set a withering pace, "going on the Bill Daly"—as horsemen say—when the gate opened and never looking back.
With his first bellowed references to the "Dimocratic party," "laboring min and small business min" and "ginerations yet unborn," railbirds were laying 5 to 2 he wouldn't stay the course. There being no electric timer here, it was necessary to clock him by wrist-watch....
With Unflagging Frank it was still a horse race. He left the quarter pole under a drive. The Sage of Monticello was at least spiritually in this contest, he shouted. So was Andrew Jackson, so was Grover Cleveland, so was Wood-row Wilson, so were (how much weight could this horse carry ?) Franklin Roosevelt and Alben Barkley.