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CLUB a million-dollar memorial home, filled with rare 

 mementos, paintings, bronzes and marbles of men 

 and International champions, then and not till then 

 shall we know that animal breeding, the art supreme, 

 has in truth come into her own. Meantime, let us 

 thank the gods that we already have one secluded 

 nook where those whose lives are devoted to the 

 study of the higher evolution of animal life may sit 

 at the feet of great achievement and hearken to the 

 plashing of inspiring fountains. 



It is just a little place, this sanctuary of which 

 I speak, and its windows afford only the customary 

 city view of myriad roofs and chimney pots. If you 

 look closely you may get the outlines of the NELSON 

 MORRIS golden calf; but even if you do you will not 

 find many who can tell you anything about it. Besides, 

 we are in a room called yesterday, so let us draw 

 the shades upon today. 



I often enter this "holy of holies" of the SADDLE 

 AND SIRLOIN CLUB alone just to renew old acquaintance 

 with those who there preside. When you know them 

 you will like them, for I can assure you they are 

 not only an altogether worthy, but a most compan- 

 ionable lot. You will get the twinkle in the eye of 

 THOMAS BATES before you have been long with the 

 keenest-witted member of the company, and you 



