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Man o' War's funeral: Remarkable final tribute for majestic champion
The negatives brought to life one of the most significant – and bizarre - moments in horse racing history.
One revealed a portrait reportedly taken Oct. 29, 1947, of Man o’ War. James W. Sames III, an aspiring photographer from Lexington, Ky., said it was the last photograph of Man o’ War alive. It was mesmerizing.
In color, very rare for the time, it was so compelling that I’ve studied it countless times. Most noticeable was the rich color of the 30-year-old stallion’s coat, the source of his nickname ‘Big Red.’ There was an odd lump just behind his shoulder and another on his barrel. Despite pronounced ribs, his hindquarters looked tremendously powerful. His lower neck appeared swollen, his fetlock hairs weren’t trimmed, his back dipped, and his bridle featured a U.S. Cavalry rosette. He seemed unaware of the man on the other end of the lead shank.
Could he have held his head higher or stood more majestically? Could a horse look more immortal?
Man o’ War was more than a racehorse. He sparked imaginations and embodied power, dominance and imperious pride. Racing in 1919 and 1920, he won 20 of 21 starts – being odds-on in every single start. Along the way he set five American records, seven track records, and he equaled an eighth. In a time considered “the golden age of sports,” Man o’ War stood as horse racing’s Babe Ruth. His was a spirit that could be bridled yet never tamed.
After the final portrait was taken, at Faraway Farm near Lexington, Sames remembered Man o’ War backing up and dipping down on one knee. Groom Bob ‘Bubba’ Graves, saying the old horse was tired, led him back to the barn. The stallion refused to go in until, eventually, Graves turned him around and backed him in. Man o’ War never left his stall alive again. On November 1, 1947, his great heart stopped.
When Sames sold me that original slide – a 4x5” Kodachrome – he also sold me a metal box packed with other manila negatives in protective envelopes. He pulled out an envelope on which was written “MAN O’ WAR FUNERAL.”
Sames, who died in 2005 at age 84, said he had secured a prime spot that day to photograph Man o’ War’s body lying in state. He’d used his charms to convince the crane company that transported Man o’ War to the gravesite to give him a lift.
Sames casually slipped the envelope away and pulled out others – simple titles, and standard portraits, like Citation, Twilight Tear, Blenheim II, Bernborough.
When I got home and pulled out a magnifying glass, the power of the Man o’ War funeral photos came into focus. They reflected a far different – and even more fascinating – scene than that of the high-headed red stallion taken just six days earlier.
Man o’ War had been ill for months, but his final days were said to be particularly uncomfortable. Despite being given sedatives, he thrashed on the floor of his stall, fighting “the pain as if it were a visible opponent,” The Blood-Horse wrote. “He was never one to suffer placidly anything that displeased him.”
Just after noon on Saturday, November 1, 1947, the greatest of all racehorses breathed his last. Newspaper and magazine articles at the time reported:
Man o’ War was believed to be the first horse embalmed for a funeral. He required 23 bottles of embalming fluid. Each bottle of concentrated fluid, when diluted, equaled about a gallon; human bodies need only two.
It took more than two hours to embalm Man o’ War. During the procedure, the Lexington Herald reported, “the big horse’s eyes and mouth were closed and he ‘looked just like he was taking a nap.’”
It took 13 men to lift the horse’s 1,300-pound body from his stall. With the aid of a homemade sling, he was lowered into a 6x9.5x3.5-foot natural-finish oak casket built a few weeks earlier. Lined in owner Samuel D. Riddle’s yellow and black colors, the box was positioned in the center aisle of the barn. From their stalls, both War Admiral and War Relic, both at stud, could view their sire’s casket.
It took three days to bury Man o’ War. Heavy rains kept gravediggers from their task in his paddock, which was to be his final resting place.
For most of Man o’ War’s years at the farm, gates were open to the public from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. The Thoroughbred Record reported that Man o’ War received more than 1.5 million visitors. The book American Race Horses noted that some stories, “with a cheerful paucity of evidence, ran as high as 3,000,000.” Many articles note that 50,000 annually visited with "the Mostest Hoss."
After his death, even more people trekked to Faraway, this time to see Man o’ War lie in state. Some of the 2,500 mourners reached into the casket to touch, or pat, the famous red stallion. And for his funeral on November 4, parked cars lined Huffman Mill Pike for nearly a mile. Estimates of the crowd ranged from 500 to 2,000. The elderly Mr. Riddle was absent, but he sent a spray of white and yellow carnations. The arrangement was one of eighteen placed near the grave.
The plot was surrounded by a moat 10 feet wide and 4 to 6 feet deep. Sixteen pin oak trees - marking the number of years Man o’ War stood at stud – had been planted around it. The walkway to the site was lined with 30 hornbeam trees representing Man o’ War’s age.
The ceremony that gloomy afternoon included nine eulogies, lasted approximately 30 minutes and was broadcast on the radio. Man o’ War’s casket remained open.
On his nearby barn, a scroll representing the First Cavalry Division of the U.S. Army – of which Man o’ War was an honorary colonel – was draped in black ribbon. On the other side of the world, in Tokyo, 3,000 members of that cavalry division paid their respects with military honors. Racetracks around the country held a moment’s silence at 3 p.m., the time of his funeral.
At 3:24, buglers from the Man o’ War Post of the American Legion, dressed in the famous Riddle silks, played the mournful Taps.
James Sames’ images reveal details not discernible in newspaper accounts. One photo showed a man behind the wheel of a flatbed truck, his beaming smile toward the camera conflicting with the mood of the day. The truck’s open door read R.C. Mitchell & Sons, LEX, KY. The same name appeared on the crane.
Sames’ photographs made the mourners human. Men with somber faces wore suits, ties and fedoras, and many kept their hands deep in their pants’ pockets. Women, hair impeccably styled, wore understated dresses and black leather gloves. Nearly all also donned scarves or fashionable hats, with bows, flowers or veils. Girls and boys, some looking uncomfortable, had been outfitted in their formal best. Heavily clothed toddlers sat on the edge of the mote. Parents hoisted their children up to view the horse in the casket.
Other photos showed the crane at work and Man o’ War’s casket being moved into position for burial. Large chains supported the box, and 22 handles around and atop the casket allowed the men to move it. Wearing work gear - cover-alls, heavy gloves, hats – the men’s faces looked serious under the weight of their duty.
Some floral displays were shaped in downward horseshoes, and petals had fallen on the podium and fresh dirt. A banner reading “ABC WLAP” hung from the microphone, and there was lighting in place for newsreel cameras. A large marble base that read “MAN O’ WAR” would eventually support a larger-than-life-sized bronze by Herbert Haseltine. Dirt mounds were hidden beneath fabric, while a large, yawning hole in front of the base beckoned.
Most poignant, and a bit unsettling, are the images of Man o’ War in the tight-fitting casket. He was carefully laid out, aimed to the left, and his eyes were closed. His head was tucked low, his neck wrinkled, and his ears scrunched in the corner. Where his red-gold coat burned brilliantly in the portrait taken six days earlier, in black-and-white it now seemed uneven. A lump near his shoulder was more pronounced in death than in life.
His legs were perfectly placed together and his hooves were cleaned - almost shiny. His tail was obscured, a pillow supported his head, and his genitals were covered with a dark cloth. He had a scuffed elbow, something resembling a girth mark around his belly – perhaps from his being moved after death - and his body was deflated.
With the exception of the few people involved in Man o’ War’s exhumation three decades later, when he and his statue were moved to the Kentucky Horse Park, this was the final time that Man o’ War was a part of our physical world.
While the photographs might make some squeamish, they represent to me more than a simple record of a horse’s funeral. They represent a beloved ruler lying in state, his faithful subjects paying their last respects. They represent the end of an era - the most magical and significant time in our sport’s history. And they show that, although his blood still courses through countless Thoroughbreds like Blame, Rachel Alexandra and Zenyatta, Man o’ War was, after all, mortal.
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With a very special thanks to Cathy Schenck at the Keeneland Library for her kind assistance.
MAKES ME CRY...WHAT A MAJESTY!!
Hello, I have a signed print of Man O War by Allen Brewer #202, he was a great horse. 850-572-0064
In my eyes there will never be another as majestic as Man O' War. I had tears watching this video. My Amazing high bred retired 17 hand TB has Man O' War blood flowing through him as well as Citation. I adopted Daggin as a rescue for he was retired from racing. What a joy he is to have. To even look out the window and see him running. I am speechless for words on the feeling I get riding this amazing huge and very proud horse. I have a video of him running, it reminds me so much of Man O' War.
great horse made me cry watching this tyvm for sharing my mom and dad always talk about man o war what a great horse he was now i know why ty again
it seems like only yesterday...
Hello, I am Bob Fister. I was born on the Huffman Mill Rd in 1941 in a little house near the road on my grandfathers farm. My father was Herbert Fister & my mother was Mary Walsh Fister. One My sisters went to watch the sculptor do his work on the small figure of Man O War. I am not aware if my Mother or Father or even if My grandfather went to the funeral, My grandfather lived back off the road in the main home, His name was Fred Marion Fister the 1st. I do not remember the funeral as I was most likely at school in Lexington, I do remember well the cars that would come to visit Man O War before and after his death, We also would see and talk to Will as sometimes he would walk from his home to the barn at Faraway farm. Will Harbut's son Tom died in 2014 at the same house that his dad built and where Will's children were raised. Tom was a very interesting person to talk to, I met Tom about 5 or 6 years ago and we became friends for those last years of his life. He would tell me stories about my dad and grandfather when I visited with him those few times over his last years. Man O War was and is a great memory for me to cling to thru my life, What a horse he was. I went to His old home in Maryland where he was stabled doing part of his racing years while I was in the service in Dover Del back in the early 1960's, behind the frame house there was a small earthen mound with a wooden arched rose trellis with small letters at the top that read Man O War. I think the farm was called Glenn Riddle, it was not in very good repair at the time I was there. It is now a large neighborhood full of Homes. I have a good friend that sent me this article this morning, her name is Tonia Marynell, she is a great equine artist now living in Georgia. I thank her for doing what she has loved her entire life. Man O War The Mostest Hoss!
Thank you for sharing this moment in time of one of the greatest!
In my humble opinion, there will NEVER again be another like him. He was and is the greatest race horse to ever set foot on a race track or any where else! !!! Whoever said, you will NEVER look to see another like him was 100% correct! And as far as hating Secretariat goes, nothing could be further from the truth!! I have pictures of both of them on my wall. I am just smart enough to know that Man O' War was the BEST race horse ever!!
please read about him. for never again will we have one like him.
tears for a great horse.