The Glamour of the Bloodstock Sales 



" LOT 321. A thoroughbred yearling colt. Dam a 

 winner on the flat and over hurdles. Sired by a famous 

 winner of the big Classics. Now ladies and gentlemen, 

 what shall I say for this handsome colt ? 300 guineas ? 

 Anyone to start the bidding at three hundred ? One- 

 fifty ! Thank you, sir. 150 guineas I'm bid. Sold 

 with a clean veterinary certificate. One-sixty .... 

 seventy . . . two hundred. His full brother has already 

 made a name for himself. Two hundred and ten 

 guineas . . . twenty . . . thirty. Thank you, Madam. 

 Two-forty . . . fifty. And selling at two-fifty if I can't 

 beat it. Oh ! Sixty; two hundred and sixty guineas 

 I'm bid. Are you all done ? I'm selling at two-sixty. 

 For the last time, two hundred and sixty guineas ..." 



Rap ! The auctioneer's mallet falls. Lot 321 is led 

 away and Lot 322 enters the ring. 



And so it goes on for the entire duration of the Dublin 

 Horse Show. Bloodstock hold the stage on the first 

 days of the Ballsbridge equine festival. The last two 

 days are devoted exclusively to hunters. 



The present magnificent Bloodstock Sales Paddock is 

 a living monument to the courage and initiative of the 

 Horse Show authorities. Few of the multitude of 

 continental buyers, equine experts, or casual visitors who 



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