Hounds Parade at the Horse Show 



FEW of the many spectacular events at Dublin Horse 

 Show can equal the glamorous pageantry of the Inter- 

 Hunt Parade. 



Even those who are not hunting enthusiasts, or whose 

 sole idea of hunting may be derived from an obsolete 

 decoration on some chocolate box, cannot fail to admire 

 disciplined, business-like foxhounds, good-looking, well- 

 groomed horses and immaculately-turned-out huntsmen. 



All eyes in Ballsbridge are focused on the gates of 

 the Jumping Enclosure as the hands of the clock crawl 

 towards the appointed hour. A noticeable hush descends 

 on crowded stands and tiered terraces; conversations 

 lose their urgency for the time being; something is 

 happening at the gate . . . then a toddling enthusiast 

 who is lifted up on grown-up shoulders chirps joyously : 

 " Oh ! daddy ! here they come ! " 



What a wonderful spectacle as huntsman jogs into 

 the Jumping Enclosure, hounds swarming eagerly round 

 him, wondering where on earth Mr. Fox could be in 

 such delightful surroundings. Two by two come the 

 jumping teams from the various hunts : scarlet, green, 

 black and grey costumes, velvet hunting caps, glossy 

 toppers, sombre bowlers. Greys, bays, chestnuts . . . 

 oh, a wealth of blending, prancing colours, dazzlingly 



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