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fancied myself mighty for first honours until I caught 

 sight of Legrams Prince. My feelings then were much 

 like Bret Harte's politician: 



" Jnst then a chunk of brick 



Struck him on the jaw, 



And the subsequent proceedings, 



Interested him no more." 



After this show Prince had a clean march through to full 

 championship. Absolutely the type we all aim at, in 

 his day he was quite entitled to rank amongst the best. 

 His final performance was the capturing of that little 

 bit of gold, the ambition of thousands of true fanciers' 

 hearts, the gold medal of Otley. I was the adjudicator, 

 and he won with consummate ease. A rheumatic affec- 

 tion of one of his forelegs stopped this great dog in his 

 prime. I had a commission to buy him for a South 

 African fancier after he had retired from the ring. The 

 price was fixed, and I got his owner to the parting pitch, 

 but calm reflections found Mr. Hoskins utterly unable 

 to part with his pal, and a large sum of money had to be 

 forfeited. Sportsmanship of this sort is sufficiently rare, 

 and it is well worth recording. 



Another son of Monarch who created no end of stir in 

 this year was Bandolero. He won a few minor prices 

 behind Legrams Prince at this show, and gave ample 

 promise of future eminence with maturity. He was a 

 long time, however, in properly furnishing; in fact, it 

 may be said that he never did furnish like some winners 

 I know. He probably suffered with his liver. Mr. 

 Arthur Maxwell took an immense fancy to this Terrier 

 at Manchester in 1903, and he was awarded three firsts 

 and the championship over all the best dogs of the day. 

 I always had a great penchant for Bandolero, and tried 

 hard to buy him at Cruft's, but Mr. Palk would not 

 part. However, this noted Terrier went on the down 

 line after Manchester. He never was benched in any- 

 thing like good form, and that was the sole reason for 



