Most race track barns are tinder dry. The one housing Elizabeth Arden Graham's horses at Arlington Park, near Chicago, was no exception. Flames, from a fire caused by an unwatched electric heater, licked over the loose straw bedding and lapped at wooden partitions. A Negro groom threw a single bucket of water, saw that it was futile and made a beeline to save the horses.
First out of the inferno was squealing, kicking Beaugay, the fleetest two-year-old filly of the 1945 season. Somebody held her fast. Stable boys led out other terrified thoroughbreds; agonized...
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