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The sportsmanship of selling " good-old-have-beens " 

 to the foreign markets is debatable, but it is to be re- 

 membered that all our great sales in every case were of 

 young, vigorous dogs and bitches who were top notchers 

 in this country, and they never failed to get the same 

 after exportation to America. 



Clonmel Marvel never tasted the bitterness of defeat 

 until he met his Waterloo in Philadelphia. His grand- 

 son, Monarch, was his conqueror. Monarch, I think,, 

 was never beaten in that country, and George Raper, 

 after judging him in New York, said that he could down 

 the lot in this country also. 



A dog came out at the Kennel Club Show in 1900. 

 His merits were appraised at the value of v.h.c., but he 

 was in good company, for on the same mark came Ch. 

 Master Briar. It is certainly only fair to Mr. Pendle- 

 bury, who officiated on this tragic occasion, to say that 

 both Terriers were dead out of form, and this, doubtless, 

 influenced this famous Welsh Terrier judge and ex- 

 hibitor in turning them down. For after all, dog shows 

 are for the proper encouragement of form and condition 

 as well as purely fancy points, and Mr. Pendlebury 

 proved himself the possessor of great pluck, and is to be 

 commended for the display of that admirable quality, 

 without which no judge can be truly great. 



In very different guise, however, Tone Masterpiece 

 made his next appearance, and a successful one. He was 

 a Terrier from stem to stern, full of fire the divine 

 spark, if I may say so, the hall-mark of nearly every 

 great Terrier within my memory eyes that glowed with 

 correct Terrier character, true and straight all round, a 

 real " swell," whichever way you looked at him. No dog 

 that I wot of had fairer claims to the proud title of 

 champion, which, however, was long in coming. Had 

 he been gifted with his sire's remarkable strength of jaw,. 



