jon housman

A few years earlier, Cecil Smith offered up a dazzling show of raw talent that put him on the map, driving the herd down the 300-yard-long field at the Detroit Polo Club toward the goal posts. Three opponents galloped behind him, doing their best to cover the young phenom and stop the drive. But Detroit’s polo set had never faced a horseman—an honest to God cowboy—like Cecil, and he was hellbent on getting that ball. He telegraphed his demand to his pony, which seemed to leap 10 feet sideways, astonishing the pursuing players. In the stands, the film star Will Rogers, a polo player from humble roots himself, marveled at the skill of the player who so obviously must have had one heck of a story to get as far as he had from home. trulyadventure.us/cowboy-and…

Isidore Liseux, 37, clenched the delicate, fading manuscript written in ancient Latin. The French bibliophile and collector had rummaged through the small bookstore near Regent’s Park in London, on the lookout for hidden gems among rare editions of poetry and theology. He hardly expected to stumble on a mystery, a work copied by hand, that had been considered by the Church as too dangerous to ever be published. trulyhorror.com/the-demonolo… @nickripatrazone