The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 34, No. 8, Ed. 1 Friday, February 20, 1942 Page: 3 of 8
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By EUGENE CUNNINGHAM
W.N.U. RELEASE
Training YouthforJobsWithU.S.
© EUGENE'CUNNINGHAM
CHAPTER I
The 20 Bar herd was strung out
ever a half-mile of. the.flat Behind'
^ lead cattle' the straggling col-
ove;^forward toward tha^Wr
tant plurne~1!8f^gray' Kirinlrp ttiaL
marked a!'tfalH"OWthe^new railroad
Con CamerOn was 6he of the jight
. swing riders^ divided' between' the
| iwo sides" of the hiSrtf. He- was small,'
muscular, quick-mgv.ing, with a4ert
gray eyes, in a smooth, square face,.
He looked'younger than Tils twenty
ypars. in spite of small, reddish
mustache and' shaggy-hair and the"
beavy tan of a month's hard "trail-
ing. Like "the other riders, he was
very'shabby. •< His dusty old Stetson
and too-big boots,- and patched flan-
nel shirt and once-grepn trousers
gave him a trampish look; He
looked down at himself ahff~grTfined
one-sidedly.
"Nothing that can't -be cured in
Wild Horse," 'he- thought. ""If the
regulars draw fifty a month, I ought
-to get halfthat, or aiout thirty dol-
lars. For Buzz' Upperman is_a
mighty square boss. Pancho, here,,
doubtless goes With the other horses,
and I haven't got enough to cover
the hull and bridle. But I'll make
out! One thing sure: I was lucky
•when I headed for Texas." -7 ,
A big bay steer edged out of the
column and began to work wolflshly
to the side, behind Con. As if he
llinl i I ' hii fltybbv tail, Pancho
spun about and jumped into aloi^.'*"*
Con gave easily to the sudden move-
- Thousands of young;
men ami women are en*
•oiling in training courses
in. vocational and trade
schnoh -^ courses spon-
soted by the V. S. Office
of Education. With this
experience they ' will se-
cure better jobs, or be
qualified to participate in
civil service examinations:
The U. S. Civil Service
Commission allows credit
in many of its examina-
tions for training received.
These photo's show trainee
mechanics.
RURAL CLINIC
11 was very pleasant one morning
t^p see Ambassador Daniels' smil-
ing face {greeting us at the station
in Raleigh, N.'C. He seems to have
inexhaustible energy. We found
Mrs. Daniels much improved since
her return home, and ha^ a pleasant,
family breakfast with two of their
boys, whose wives and children
dropped in to see us. .... '.... ,
At 11 o'clock, we started to Chapel
Hill, but stopped op the Way at the
NY A center near Durham,.where
average weight of fleece woolj
sheared annually from American. \
sheep has increased from two tor -
eight pounds, or 300per" cent, la
the past 100 years.
7 Should
Have
Known
Better
Can
is doini
ark
draftees, who were rejested for
physical reasons. _JThe medical set*
up is ^n example of rural areas, for
here is a veryunpyeientious but ex-
tremely efficient small hospital,
which eould be duplicated in many
pTaces. —""
It is the type of setup which could
easily become a • county1' "clinic,
wJaeje rural doctors.jceuio'tiool their
resources and send their patients,
when they need medical attention
for eyes. ieeifa---scjL_spx g i c a 1 care.
For the yearly checkup, which doc-
tors are emphasizing more and
mTiwrfar-puprv individual this kind
of county clinic in rural-argas will
be invaluable.
FLORIDA ARMY POST
Our visit to Santa Rosa island was
preceded by a trip with General
MacGruder around the army post
I saw old Fort Barancas and they
showed me the two 15-inch mortars,
which date back to Spanish times.
They were surrendered to General
Jackson in Pensacola, Fla., when
Florida was ceded to the United
She knew she was
aaflag touch!
Things looked so gC . _
on. And then—GAS 1 Stomach and
intestines inflated like a balloon,
and breathing an effort. If a spell of
CONSTIPATION caused this, AD-
LERDCA should hare been handy.
It is an effective blend of 8 cannin-
lagves and
action. GsuS is quickly relieved, and
gentle bowel action-follows surpris-
Toor druggist has AD-
Secret Sorrows
Believe me, every man has his
secret sorrows, which the; world;""
knows not; and oftentimes we call\
a man cold" when--he is only sad.—
LongfeHo\
WONDERFUL HOW
COOL AND MILD
PRINCE ALBERt
. smokes,. yerwiTH
The wise isorrel nipped the bay
rump and grunted reprovingly,-then
took up his jog again. Caramba
Vear lifted his voice in a Comanche
war whoop—not ^or any special rea-
son, Con knew, but only because
the spirit had moved him.
From the "point" far ahead. Buzz*
Upperman loped his bbld-faced
horse toward the "drag" of the herd.
When he came to Con, he turned
| about to ride with him. .He Was
inches above six feet, a narrow-
shouldered old man with the'arched
nose and snfall dark eyes of an In-
dian. As a veteran trail boss he
had few equals ii\ either experience
or ability.
"Well, it's Wild Horse tomorrow,
ion," he greeted Con. "See tjsat
engine smoke? Hard to believe it's
|~more'n fifteen mile off,'huh?"
"I was just watching it. And that's
Trail's End...."
"Well,"' Buzz Upperman drawled,
reflectively, "I bepn trailing cattle
one place and another, it's a good
many year, now. But this sashay
has been crowdeder than ary three
or four drives I ever made, all put
together. Well, you're some differ-
ent from the trafrtp> kid.that hit our
:amp that night with old .Zelotus
Imel's freight outfit. You ftlled out
plenty on 20 Bar beef and beans
and lots of hard work. And you
-nade -a hand, son. I'm free to tell
you that. Nothing wrong with your
riding andM-opi-rig and shooting—and
[ plenty that's all-Tight- With all of
■•em! Funny' . . . you picking up
things like that, around Chicago
Stockyards."
"\Vell,v It's as I told you: Uncle
Hugh forked around the yards.
hHe* 11ve^uT^fexas*"a long time-
. .all his life, maybe—until'Aunt Hetty
made him cofhe back to what she-
called civijiza^ion. I think I was
born irt ^xas, but they never actu-
ally told me so, or told me much of
anything. Neither was a.talker.-And
they were both killed in an excur-
sion train accident last year."
"When w&. hit Wild' Horse, you'll
be free to start <jut and whittle off
your, chunk of living. You keep that
saddle and horse and all the rest of
his stuff. Then, I'm going to bu£
you a new rigout from John B. to
box-toes. You draw fifty dollars for
your wprk—and you earned it!"
"Why—that's a lot more than "1
expected! To say nothing of the
horse and saddlfe—I certainly do
| thank you!, I—".
"Ne* mind! Ne' mind! No reason
a-tall why a boy with yptir educa-
tion and your natural bent can't own
his own.outfit quick!"
That night," when the herd was
| t>edded down on the flat. Con lis-
tened at the fire, The veterans off-
guard were talking of the spree they
Intended to have with the trip's
wages. ; , - '
"Well, you bright'young fellows
want to watch out tor.-Dynamite
Downes," Buzz Uppernftfin yraraed
them grimly. "If you think just be-
cause Milam Faht ain't marshal
now, that waiU twn
got and politeness out of him while
they're ripping the hide off him.
You bring up a herd of longhorns
and if yftu don't know the ropes,
you'll get skinned when you sell to
one of the buyers in the ring. If
you dont like the-price and decide
you'll ship .tfornewheres else for a
fair offfer, something'll likely happen
to you, and your longhofns they'll
end up in that buyer's iron that you
wouldn't deal with:"" *
Near the corrals a fat, red-faced,
and noisy man came to-meet the 20
fears. With him was a short, very
■-widatnan, who .had huge hands and
the- bulging gray eyes .of a short-
tempered person."" Con observed the
expensive gray Stetson, the fine
Asa. I could drive in or not drive
in.. And I'm weH*knowed—among
cqprmen. If something was to hap-
pen to me, there'd be trouble with
some salty customers, plenty of 'em.
Lowe is a stranger. Brock stands
in with the crowd that runs Wild
Horse. He'll try some shenanigan;
keep Lowe from getting away."
Lowe had freed himself of the per-
sistent buyer, looking all around the
■room'With_ his faint, pleasant smile.
Now he went.o.ut, and Brqck, anger
very plain in the set of his fat back,
looked after him. Then he whirled
and went, waddling toward the gam-
bling side of the Drivers', where
men were crowding about'" the
games. He disappeared but c&mt
What makes an airplane fly? (Civil Service Commission photos.)
broa'deloth suit, the g learnings kid quickly
Downes. The stocky, dandified mar
up Wild Horse by the roots, well, you
got another think coming." ■ ■
"Well^I ain't goring to have a bit
°f trouble/' Caramba prophesied.
The herd was early on the niove
next morning. Where the hat lifted
slightly. Con sat Pancho the sorrel
- beside Caramba'a bay^_ tO_w Jook
across and slightly down at the ship-
Ping point.
"I suppose they Just started with
the corrals,", he said thoughtfully,
"then built the town westward, us-
ing the railroad-for Main Street."
— "Just about", Caramba agreed.
"She's long anjd skinny as a copper-
head snake. {Just about twice as
\dea<Jly as a- ^ptfarhe*dt All they
•«k from a pore cowboy it all he's
boots,'of this man and wondered-if
he were the buyer Buzz Upperman
had dealt with. Then,, as if settling
some argument with the fat man, the
dandy said snarlingly:
"I'm Big He of Wild Horse! "Thdy
better not forget it." ■
"Dynamite Downes," Caramba
whispered to him.
Buzz Upperman was promptly as
good as his promise, when the herd
had been turned over to his buyer.
He took Con and Caramba in charge
and discouraged the latter's moves
toward the inviting doors of Wild
Horse saloons. - When a barber .shop
had done aU"possible for t|iem iVi the
way of batlTS" 'a'ltd hifircuts and
shaves, he led the way to a genera)
store.
A black Stetson, blue flannel
shirts, waist overalls, heavy- woolen
trousers, boots, a blanket coat, a
new slicker, the old man cnose for
Con and paid for.!—Caramba out-
fitted himself at the same"time and
admired the figure he made.
"Now, we'll have a couple drinks."
Upperman told them. "I got busi-
ness at Vacatorr and I'm ridihg the
train tonight. I hope you boys get
out of town with something in your
pockets and nothing through your
hides."
In the great learr,oom of the Drov-
ers' SaloOn were cowboys from four
ot five-herds besides "the 20 Bar.
freighters and merchants and buyers
and other men of less apparent oc-
cupations. ' •
The red, loud buyer whom Con
had se*n taking the 20 Bars came
in and stopped to talk with Upper,-
man, who called him Asa Brock.
The two discussed future herds, but
all the- time' Brock's restless little
"green eyes Were wapdeVing as if he
huntecFSohiebody. AtTd when a fall,,
dark young man came into the Drov-
ers', he cut short his discussion of
conditions-
•'Hurry back, Upperman," he said
with . a quick, mechanical grin.
Con had been looking at the tall
man. .Her noticed his neatness and
the smooth, deliberate way he had
of moving." He %atched Brock wad-
dle up to him, slap him on the shoul-
der and wave toward the bar. The
young man smiled very slightly and
shook his head.—r-r————
"YOung fellow name' Jtpvil Lowe,
-from the'Territory.y Upperman Said.
"His first time here. Drove up a
J|T herd of awful good steers. But,
ipostlyj he ha*.:got horses,, some of
, the finest I laid eyes on in a long',
long time. Brock wants the whole
layout, but this Lowe knows prices.
"He tora grocTtflgrUidt he attft-driv^f-y^^easy-jg^g^^o^b^ausej^
ing for the ;beneflt Of aharpshooting
buyers, fie gets a decent price or
he drives on/'
"He- looks like a man who Can
take care of hiihself," Con said Ap-
provingly. "Reckon Brock will pay
a fair price, as he paid, you what you
asked?"
"Cases- ain't the same. I was
drag.
****** ,
shal of Wild- ' Horse listened tc
Brock's rapid talk with a blank face
as they went down the room towarc
a dpor in a plank- partition wall.
Upperman .said his brief goodbyes
to the ex-20 Bar men and bangec
Con on the, shoulder, with a haro
hand. When he had gone, Caramba
led the way to the faro layout.
Baldy was already there, besides
townsmen and cowboys from other
herds. He pushed silver onto the
painted queen of the layout and the
dealer,' blank-faced as the grizzled
lookout above him, glanced at the
layout, and dealt. When Baldy won,
he threw back his head for a yell
Then, meeting the sour stare of the
lookout, he swallowed and drew >4;
his winnings.
"If a man was, to win quiet,
would that be all right?" Caramba
• inquired in a .-meek- voice, of the
lookout. "I want to know because 1
aini to come down on that lovely
rack of-chips. there like a pan of
milk off a top shelf/'
"Come after us./ Come a-run-
rifrig!" the -.fSok'oui"' invited him.
Qaramba began to play. He won,
lost,, won again. Baldy had little
- better luck. Con watched until he
understood something of the system
by which bets weiV made on the
deal. He risked five dollars pres-
ently and won, lost his winning pn
another turn, won three times. Then
he missed Caramba.
.."Him?" Baldy said. "Oh—he
went''off-to.w:ards the-front door with
a fellow. Don't bother. He'-lL.be
back." • '
But when twenty minutes had
gone withbut sign of Caramba, Con'
lost interest in- the game. He was
moA than forty dollars ahead.
"' "I'm going to hunt up that bron-
co," he told Baldy. l'Caramba.".
"Oh! Goipg.to quit on us, huh?"
the lookout said uiipleasantly. "Take
some of our money and right.a,M?ay
you want to pull out winner."
Baldy looked uneasily from Con to
the lookout. *.Conv««fticing the griz-
zled man, titew a long, slow breath;
"Yes, I'm quitting," -he told the
lookout flatly, meeting the narrow,
dark .ey.es lkKfilly,. "For now,, any-
way.. ..I know it's the custom Tor
cowboys tCf quit you loserS, but la U
a downright rule?"'
A big, bearish cowman who had
been losing heavily threw back his
head and laughed roaringly.
"Don't ruin your own gaffie. TTs
the likes of us, not the hoempn, that
you live off of. But that's because
Their first dis-assembly is shown above. A modern super-
charged radial aircraft engine.
Left: Operating a drill press. Machining and dhecking a cam ring.
Right: 'Assembling a popular opposed-cylinder aircraft engine.
have to be crowdecf. Iff fact, when
we're crowded too far, we ain't
easy-going . . . Says Keith Yoker—
who's-got most of his growth—an0
all his-^teeth . . ."
"Rafter X,, Yoker/' Baldy whis-
pered. "Richer'h Croesus. Hell on
strlpedy wheels .in any kind of fight-
And Nobby knows it!". ..
operating a.modem screw-cutting
lathe. Right: Honing the bore of a cylinder. Accuracy to one-ten
thousandth of an inch is required. " • . :
Applying heat-resisting paint td aircraft cylinder^
fought over during the War Between
the States. When we crossed to
Santa Rosa, we saw the fort which
was held by Northern soldiers all
thrPugh that war.
The.soldiers gave me some copies
of their paper, called the Barancas
Breeze, and I think it is excellent.
I had an opportunity to see some of
the soldiers.-both on the mainland
and on Santa Rosa. On the main-
land they have quite a group of New
England men, who must find even
such chrilly.winter days as they have
here quite warm, compared to the
northern winters to which they are
accustomed.
I met with the Pensacola Civilian
Defense council and was very much
impressed by—their organization
on the protective side of civilian de-
1 Jensfe:"
j ■ Their system pf communications is
; well set up and they have auxiliary
policemen and firemen enrolled and
trained. They have appointed their
air raid wardens and they are now
being trained,
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TO FLORIDA
. On our way to Florida ,we had a
1 nice peaceful day on the train,
i We a.te a very late breakfast, during
! which one or two visitors dropped in
| —first a gentleman who wished me
to send the President his very best
: wishes, and then a soldier boy who
was trying to console himself for a
dull life. He"had taken a-detail pf
men from one'place to another and
thought a little chat with us might
•-elieve the monotony. A little later
ui a gentleman came bursting in to
left us that there was a man on
board with a piece of shell from a
, torpedoed ship, and it was evident
that being near & torpedo was no
small experience.
We did much less work than
usual, but got through the mail
i which I had not finished before leav-
f ing Washington. Then the hour ar-
j jived'when we should have changed
! trains,.. „
j We discovered that we - were
I a-whole hour |ate, due to a tree.
' which had been found across the
track. With this discovery. I real-
1 ized thai I would be late for my
1 broadcast, unless "I- found a—fast
method of transfer later, so I wired
, a'head for a car and' oh arrival in
; Flomaton, Ala., the sta.tion master's
] son, took us in tow and in lestf tirtje
than it takes to tell It, we 'were"
(.started "for Pensacola. ' I shall al-
] wayas be grateful to that young man
for taking mpst of last afternoon to
drive me to* Pensacola. He told
me that from now on Uncle Sam is
working him seven days a week, as
he works on aviation parts. He was
an extraordinarily good driver,
drove carefully but fast -and I
walked into the broadcasting statioft
four minutes before time to go on
the air'.'""""
There was a minute more delay
in starting due to connections, so
while I was reading they took a few
"mdi'fe lines-out of my ayilpl but
finished exactly on time.
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TRAVELING IN WARTIME
I really do not enjoy quite such
close connections, and -I suppose
that from now on, in view of the
fact that there are many reasons
why trains and planes should'be
delayed and mere civilians can be
removed from either -one if more
important people wish tb tfavei, .1
had better travel less and. allow
more time than In the past, Or else
,have nothing very important to do
at the end tiff any Journey.
After a fairly early breakfast ttw
next day we "felted Santa Rosa.
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