Was it a case of spring fever, or just a horse longing for its stable? Whatever the reason, one of the city's normally well-disciplined police horses bolted yesterday, injuring its rider and leading several patrol cars on a milelong chase through Lower Manhattan.
Endymion and the Secretary, after sitting on a pier-end watching some barges, . . . were stricken with the very crisis of spring fever and lassitude. They considered the possibility of hiring one of the soldiers' two-tiered beds for the afternoon.