A REGULAR RACER.

Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 5, Issue 220, 24 October 1916, Page 4

A REGULAR RACER.

A few weeks ago, a sale of horses took place at a well-known repository, and one lot was as poor, brokenkneed a hack as was erer seen anywhere. The horse was brought forward, and the auctioneer began praising what he had to dispose of. "Gentlemen," said he, "I have now the pleasure to bring before your notice a really first-class animal. Will anyone make a bid of one hundred pounds for It?" One of the onlookers made a first bid of two pounds. "Really, gentlemen, this is too bad. An offer of two pounds for such an animal Is simply ridiculous. Only the day before yesterday It did Its two miles in six minutes, and two pounds is all that is offered for it; Have you all done at two pounds? Going for two pounds! Going for the mean sum of two pounds! For the last time—gone!" The purchaser took the sorry brute away, and was not long in ascertaining that, In place of doing its two miles in six minutes, It could not do one In an hour. He went back furiously to the auctioneer, and asked him if he did not say the horse had done two miles in six minutes. "Most decidedly," said the auctioneer.

"And where might this event have come off?" asked the irate purchaser, endeavouring to smother his anger. "In a railway horse-box," was the unabashed reply.