Underneath the big top, with the greatest of delicacy and the easy smile of a star, Dick Withington is juggling invisible Indian clubs. Up goes his left hand: "16,000." Down goes his left hand and up goes his right hand: "17,000." Left hand again, supple and rock steady: "18,000." His knees are slightly bent, his weight well forward. His voice as he calls off the ascending prices is clear and controlled, the even numbers chanted a couple of notes higher than the odd. There is no trace of strain. He can keep the bidding on this early American cherry oxbow chest...
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