They called him a Morning Glory, a bag o' bones, a worn-out nag. But Ol' Sarge Swenke, his trainer, refused to give up his faith in Alsab, last year's wonderhorseeven after he finished third in Florida's Flamingo and fifth in its Widener; even after he was licked twice within a week at Havre de Grace by commonplace Colchis; even after he was humbled by Valdina Orphan in the Derby Trial and by Shut Out in the great Derby itself, the race for which Swenke had pointed since the beginning of the year.
Last week...
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