Septuagenarian Rump Steak-A Sheffield Curiosity. ('Yorkshire Telegraph and Star' Special.) The antiquated leg of mutton with a history extending over half a century, which is among the sights of Bourne, in Lincolnshire, and to which reference was made in these columns a few days ago, is after all almost fresh meat compared with a joint of beef which adorns the butchers shop of Mr. A. Snape, in the Fitzalan Market, Sheffield.This once juicy, tempting rump had almost celebrated its majority before the piece of Lincolnshire mutton recieved its first elevation to the hook which has borne it so long. For no fewer than seventy years has the Sheffield beef hung aloft, on a hook specially allotted to such a venerable specimen of hardy old age, and in a sporting sense it is still going strong.This is, however, not intended literally. The joint, originally somewhere about a stone in weight, now scales only three pounds, and looks as little like meat as possible.Shrivelled, dried up, and deeply browned with age, the resemblance between it and a piece of gnarled, weather-beaten wood is remarkable.Beneath the surface, too, the shrivelled meat is like touchwood in colour and substance, only it is a good deal tougher. Someone presumably still has a right to claim the joint as the descendant of the actual purchaser, but after all these years Mr. Snape is hardly likely to lose what is almost a family heirloom, and has become an object of interest to many.The piece of meat receives many visitors.One old butcher yesterday renewed the acquaintance extending over 60 years with the tough mummified morsel. Apparent forgetfulness, or other reason which prevented the purchaser from claiming the Sunday joint for which he had paid.Some 70 years ago a piece of beef was bought from Mr. A. Snapes great uncle by a man who paid the bill, but did not return for his purchase for some time.Rather than permit the meat to spoil, the butcher naturally sold it, and, when the man returned and the circumstances explained, and, he was offered a similar joint.'All right,' he said, 'hang that up till I can call for it.' It is still awaiting his return.