20 THE MERRY GEE-GEE 



and fancy stock amongst noblemen and 

 millionaires does not change quite as 

 quickly as the fashion in ladies' hats, but 

 it does have fashionable runs and quick 

 changes, and always will so long as 

 there are shoddy millionaires or demi- 

 millionaires knocking about who don't 

 care what they spend so long as they 

 can be in the swim with the cream of 

 society, from the Prince of Wales down- 

 wards. The shorthorn craze was on 

 fifteen or twenty years ago, and I 

 remember attending the marvellous 

 sale of Mr. Torr's at Riby, near 

 Grimsby. A heifer that day made 2400 

 guineas, and others in proportion. To- 

 day really good shorthorns of the best 

 blood make just a few sovereigns more 

 than butchers' or grazing price, and that's 

 all. Every dog has its day, they say, 

 and shorthorns have had theirs. They'll 



