One of the best of Cornell University's track athletes, a few years ago, was C. Curtis Woodruff Jr., sprinter. When he was graduated he went into the contracting business with his father in Forest Hills, Long Island. One warm evening last week he came home from work and began to play with his dog "Spot". The dog dodged behind a lilac bush, raced around the house; Sprinter Woodruff dashed after him. An hour later his father found his body crumpled on the floor of the garage, dead. The run had been too much for his heart.
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