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fate had decreed the old show's demise. First it 

 was allowed to drift into the street -car barns at 

 Washington Boulevard and Western Avenue. A de- 

 termined few, however, insisted that so great a boon 

 to the west was worth saving someway, somehow; 

 and so, when it was all but abandoned to its fate, 

 it was my own good fortune to seek and obtain 

 permission to invite the exhibitors the succeeding 

 year to send their beautifully fitted bullocks to the 

 old sheds of Dexter Park, at the Union Stock Yards. 

 However, the obsequies were not very well attended, 

 and the once great show perished from lack of that 

 support to which it had every moral and financial 

 claim. But upon its ruins there has since been 

 builded that of which we are all exceedingly proud. 

 I am sorely tempted here to talk of Col. JUDY, 

 and his convincing oratory on the auction block; of 

 HENRY PICKRELL and Baron Booth of Lancaster; of 

 BEN VANMETER, the Young Marys and the Roses of 

 Sharon; of N. P. CLARKE'S splendid contribution to 

 northwestern Shorthorn, Galloway and Clydesdale 

 wealth; of "CHARLIE" LEONARD'S financing of the Herd 

 Book purchase from LEWIS F. ALLEN; of "SIM" LOCK- 

 RIDGE and all he has done for Indiana and the west; 

 of the PRATHERS and GILLETT; but when should I 

 ever finish? 



