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Evening Star, Issue 21639, 7 February 1934, Page 9

At country horse fairs one can usually find the biggest collection of rubbish in the way of horseflesh imaginable. Nags of all shapes and sizes are displayed for sale, but to find a really good animal —well, that is almost an impossibility. At one of these fairs recently a buyer purchased from a dealer three horses for the ridiculous sum of £5. At the close of the deal the buyer, turning to the dealer, said: “ What about a drink out of it?” The dealer, looking somewhat surprised, retorted sharply; “ What! You get three horses for £5 and you have the cheek to suggest a drink out of it? No, it can't be done. But I'll tell you what I will do—l’ll throw in another horse]”