The Lampasas Daily Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 36, No. 5, Ed. 1 Saturday, March 11, 1939 Page: 3 of 4
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THE LAMPASAS LEADER
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Speaking of Sports
Mountain man
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SYNOPSIS
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CHAPTER X
room,
a short
gravely
was cut almost to a man's short-
ness, lying close to her small head,
and to Breck's eye needed no adjust-
was his target. He fired twice, wait-
ed, fired again when the steer tried
riding
in his
very well
the come-
: King of
word got
g a grand
nine lead.
Offers
other stu-
le picture
> for “Out-
becoming ■
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Duke
Kahanamoka
yl Zanuck,
x, started
I the first
ing for time,
er under con-
Breck'a duty
his brief
ys Ride
release.
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the other
way
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out until
lack wig
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ry wrote
preferred
he'll don
in in the
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mes they
jy’re just
at’s what
The Cru-
Imet and
t np with*
in one of
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was rec-
tio looked
o leaned
Winds."
scene in
his moth-
lim. Wil-
of punch
in "Jeze-
“Wuther-
ume of a
Iking into
again.
always wanted to do. Paint
High Sierras! And your talk of
hers who
it to keep
itr. Hum-
id permis-
nith’s pro-
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o dissuade
Ight shows
> get Don
iday night
Breck entered the one
spread a canvas on the boxed pine
needle bunk, and placed Louise
there.
“Keep quiet for a while,” he ad-
vised her. “You were pretty badly
jolted in your fall, and then that
steer—they look like balloons, but
Lord they’re hardl”
After building a fire in the small
iron stove in one comer, he brought
water from the stream, then left
her and went out to take off his
packs. When he returned, bringing
tea and canned soup for a quick
meal, he discovered that even a
mountain girl is forever feminine.
She was propped up against the
end logs trying to fix her hair. It
•Huckle-
shed
A little later, though, he was
aware that some magic transfor-
mation had truly taken place. Per-
haps it was the way she had brushed
the dark waves from her forehead,,
bringing out a finely modeled profile
with something aristocratic in its
clean lines. Or perhaps it was a
sudden realization within himself.
They were so alone here in the
cabin. She thought nothing of it,
apparently. But he did, and was a
little disturbed, then shamed, that
he could not feel equally as casual.
To hide it, he worked hard at boil-
ing tea water and warming tomato
soup; even made toast, holding
slices of bread over the fire.
With things ready he moved a ta-
ble to the bunk and put his chair
opposite Louise. She-remained si-
lent for a time, until he wondered
if the accident had hurt her more
than she admitted. I
“How do you feel now?” he asked.
She smiled across her tin cup.
“Very much a lady. It has been a
long time since anyone served me
afternoon tea!”
Breck waited. To hear a girl’s
voice was a pleasant treat. He
groped for something of mutual in-
terest to lead her on. "I’m sorry I
had to shoot that steer.”
Louise shrugged. “Nothing lost.
We’ll need meat for the boys to-
night. One steer won’t go far with
thirty cowhands.”
She gave the information without
interest. Breck tried again. “How
long have you been in this ranch
country?”
“Born here. And that was a long
time ago—ages. But we don’t have
to talk ranches, nor cows, nor how
much it is going to rain this sum-
mer. Unless you really want to.”
Breck laughed. "What then?”
“Anything!" Louise spread her
hands in a little gesture almost of
despair. "Anything but me. This
toast for example. I didn’t know a
man could make it less than an inch
thjek. Where did you learn?”
Sierra Slim had said this girl once
studied painting, “As far back as
New York City.” Breck deliberately
gave the name of a Village club
where you may fix your own dishes.
It was a gathering place for stu-
dent artists. He had often gone
there with friends.
“The Old Soak’s Cellar."
Louise lifted her eyes, color flowed
into her cheeks, but she said noth-
ing and turned from him to stare
out of the window.
It faced west, down a stringer of
open meadow, and framed, many
miles across the range, the triple
peaks of the Kaweahs. Mist of the
canyons caught each shade of sun-
set; violet deepening into vibrant
red, the Kaweah tops themselves
rising golden against an opal sky.
The picture was paintable and
Breck said so. Louise faced him
sharply, her lips parted in a breath-
less question. * “You don’t—don’t
paint?"
“No. Sometimes I wish I did. I
certainly would paint this range.
Why is it so many artists study the
coast? It is beautiful, but so much
the same—always blue water, brown
rocks, fans of white surf. But this,
out there—look at it!"
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
Breck averted his eyes from hers,
aware that he had probed something
deep and painful. He would have
turned their talk from pictures, but
her own words rushed to him.
“You may think I’m silly! But
you’ve just expressed what I have
the
the
it, trom-
He also
leart" is
rey and
d by the
of Arts
jnificant
to th©
dfication
The world does move, as proved
by the historical fact that once it
was necessary to bootleg coffee, no-
tably in Mahometan countries, be-
cause it was classified as an intoxi-
cant and banned by religious regu-
lation. Tjie advent of the coffee
house, or cafe, centers of political,
artistic and social life in many a
country of the Western world,
marked the triumph of science be-
cause it had been discovered that
coffee was only a mild stimulant,
and there is a world of difference
between a stimulant and an intoxi-
cant, writes Jessie Marie DeBoth
in the Boston Globe.
' Coffee was not even known to be
edible or potable- before the Ninth
century of the Christian era, and
it was not until the middle of the
Sixteenth century that the ban
against it was permanently re-
moved everywhere in the world.
Originally called “cawaah,” in its
Oriental spelling, coffee came by
way of Europe into the Baltic sea
area, thence into Holland and Eng-
land, and thence to North Ameri-
ca. The Western world. dominates
the coffee trade and ranks high in
July Once Fifth Month
July, now the seventh month of the
year, was the fifth month during the
Roman empire. The month was
named in honor of Julius Caesar,
who was born in it
ly Dett'ne’a
giitered for
•laa of ’59
: Powell art
New York,
Gloria, who
w . . . Ben
tot to bring
Old Soaks Cellar. Don't I know
—where you bring your own bread
and butter and fry things, and if you
haven’t a quarter for the gas meter,
there’s Jimmy Valentine himself to
show you how to work a slug.
Bleecker Street with its Italian push
carts! And a bus-top ride up Fifth
Avenue for ten cents! And even
Greenwich Village!
“I know you’re wondering how I
can fall for its sham. They work
so hard at being a sham—that’s
why. I admire hard work. And
some of them paint. I tried to and
had to give it up. Out here I whirl
a lass-rope and wear chaps, but I’ve
got an old orange smock down at
the ranch—” Louise broke off, and
stared at Breck through the dusk
that almost hid her face.
“I think I understand," he said
quietly. "You have an old smock—
some day you’ll go back to it.!’
“Do you think so? Do you? Oh, if
I could believe that!"
With sudden impulse Breck leaned
across the table to her. “You must
believe it, Louise.""
(TO BE CONTINUED)
When we step in to- buy nur fa-
vorite blend, ground to suit our own
thing, but Europe didn’t want to be-
lieve it, so I finally gave up trying."
Kahanamoku set records in his
time for the 25-yard sprint at :11.3;
50 yards at :22%; 60 yards at :29 % ;
75-yards at :38%; and oncei in a
relay at Honolulu he was clocked
for 100 yards at the almost unbe-
lievable time of 48.5.
He is without doubt the most pop-
ular man in the Islands, the one
personage the tourists wanted to
see, and the unofficial island host.
That Duke is an able politician war
demonstrated a few years ago when
he was elected sheriff. He was in
somewhat of a spot, being a Demo-
crat with Republicans in a distinct
majority. His opponent, a Republi-
can, was running for re-election,
and was a good officer. Duke real-
ized this, and in his speeches prom-
ised if they would elect him, he'd
name his opponent chief deputy.
The Republicans roared their pro-
tests, but Duke stayed by his guns
and was elected. He kept his prom-
ise, and today his deputy is still the
same man. Both seem set for life.
Coffee Was Long Under Ban as Evil
And Intoxicating; Was Called ‘Cawaah
>re ex-
i, who
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inter-
folks
and
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hearing
• of the
1 to do
d drop-
Garden
Tillson brothers. Angered by Brock's at-
tentions to the girl, he picks a fight which
ends indecisively when someone sets fire to
the hall. Breck and his cnief set out for
the mountain station. Halfway, they are met
by Sierra Slim, moss-back mountaineer who
is also in the forest service. Around the
campfire that night. Breck learns from Si-
erra that tracking down Jim Cotter's mur-
- —— • to* vvaasva vvy V/LIA UVYI1 *
method of brewing, for just a few try,“5.lbe
cents a pound, it seems hard to real- **'* *“*
ize that when the coffee houses in
England first had it, coffee cost $20
a pound. Naturally it was not then
a household beverage, and many
are the stories written (around the
meetings of the bigwigs, intelligent-
sia and better financed leaders of
the day who gathered in the public
coffee houses to discuss the prob-
lems of the moment.
Most coffee sold is blended from
a number of different kinds of
beang, each with a character of its
own. What you like depends upon
your personal preference for certain
of these characteristics, and there
is everything available from the
light, mild blend to the heavy,
mouth-filling flavor that seems to
fill the house with its tantalizing
odor.
Jim Cotter, forest ranger, had been mya-
terioualy killed in the pursuit of his duties.
Cordon Breck, his best friend, takes over
Cotter's job. hoping to avenge his murder.
“Dad" Cook, forest superintendent, warns
Breck that the Tillson brothers, mountain
moonshiners, are apt to give him trouble.
Before leaving for his mountain station,
Breck buys an outfit and decides to attend
the public dance run by the Tillsons in Lone
T^pe. At the dance Breck dances with Louise
Temple, pretty "cowgirl" for Whom he takes
• liking. Unknown to Breck, she is being
Others behind that one swerved,
yet only for a few steps. Kit danced
from the oncoming lines and snort-
ed at the carcass irrtront of him.
With one arm Breck held the girl
between his body and the horse’s
flank, and as the herd poured about
him, sought to shield her from their
crush. The first passed; hoofs
pounded beside his feet, shaggy
coats brushed him, horns grazed
within a hand’s breadth of his back.
Then came one brute that would not
give over.
His low, broad shoulder charged
into Kit’s, swung out a little from
the impact, then raked full length
of the horse. Breck pushed out
against it. The shoulder-bone missed
him, but he caught the whole force
of the puffed barrel. His arms yield-
ed. He was crushing the girl. For
an instant it seemed they were be-
ing mashed together. The steer
rushed on.
One word came with his regained
breath. “Louise?"
She lifted her head but was
speechless. The pallor of her face
filled him with sudden fear. He put
her upon Kit, mounted the saddle
himself and shifted her into his
arms. Gently he ran his fingers
down her side.
“Nothing broken,” she whispered.
“But I’m—I’m pretty sick." She re-
laxed and lay back against him.
Before he had reached the drive,
another rider raced up, reining his
horse in suddenly. “What’s hap-
pened here?" he demanded. “Louy,
are you hurt?”
Breck looked over the top of the
girl’s head into Art Tillson’s arro-
gant eyes. “She’s had a little trou-
ble. I’m taking her to Rock House.”
“The hell you are! If she’s hurt
I’ll go back with her to Temple’s
camp.”'
Breck rode on. “I don't think
it’s that serious. Anyway, my sta-
tion is closer."
Art drew in his horse and let
himself over into one stirrup until
he was near Breck. His mouth tight-
ened with swift rage. "I’ll . . .”
“Save it!” Breck cut in. "This is
no time for a row!”
Half a dozen other men rode up.
He repeated the same thing to them.
“Not badly hurt. I’m taking her to
Rock House.”
An hour later he passed the nar-
row entrance to Rock House Mead-
ow and abruptly the wide bowl
spread before him. Emerald green
grass sloped up to the dark pine
rim, and at the western edge stood
the cabin. His cabin! Not one of
cold rock, but of warm, weathered
logs; small, certainly, yet snug,
compact, a home for a man.
Often in days past Breck had
thought of it, had anticipated mov-
ing to a station of his own. But nev-
er had he pictured himself
to the door with a girl held
arms!
Jacobs Brings
Farm System
To Fight Game
By ROBERT McSHANE
TJNCLE MIKE JACOBS, who
hasn’t exactly grown poor in
the boxing business, has decided
to borrow an idea from baseball
and bring its farm system to the
big league fight game.
Of course Uncle Mike will be su-
perintendent of the cauliflower
farm, but will be aided and abetted
by none other than Benny Leonard,
who will serve as chief scout, eoach,
cur and general organisation man.
It wasn’t so long ago that Benny
was commander in chief of the light-
weight division. He’s
a bit larger around
the middle now, but
still has an eagle
eye for ring talent.
And once the talent
is unburied there’ll
be minor league
training and the
promise of promo-
tion to big-time for
the leather-tossers
who come through
in the chain system,
The setup will be
practically the same as in base-
ball, except there will be no Judge
Landis to serve as final authority.
Benny’s job will be to scour the
hinterlands in search of promising
youngsters and bring them to New
York to get their start in a couple
»f “minor league” fight clubs that
laeobs plans to open in the near
'uture. Benny will be a busy man,
ts he will run the two fight clubs,
ind, in addition, hold “classes” for
the young ring hopefuls.
Jacobs* move, on the surface, at
(east, seems logical. If the present
:rop of hothouse heavyweight con-
tenders had come up through ability
Instead of publicity, interest in the
game would be much greater. His
'arm system, if properly conducted,
should eliminate the misfits and
give real fighters a chance.
He has promised that any young
unknowns discovered by Leonard
and sent to New York for try-outs
will not have to make the usual con-
nections. It will be possible for
them to get their chances without
signing over to anybody’s auspices.
Jacobs emphasized the fact that he
seeks, no new monopolies for him-
self, and if the kids make good they
will not have to fight exclusively
for him.
The greatest sluggers in heavy-
weight history came from the cross-
roads. Jim Jeffries from Carroll,
Ohio; Jess Willard from Pottawato-
mie, Kan.; Jack Dempsey, Manassa,
Colo.; and Joe Louis from Mont-
gomery, Ala. They didn’t rely on
conversation and publicity to reach
the top.
Perhaps another Dempsey will be
uncovered in the far-flung search
for talent. If-so, Jacobs and Leon-
ard should be allowed to congratu-
late themselves.
The Duke Returns
r)UKE KAHANAMOKU, lord high
sheriff of Honolulu, most be-
loved man in the islands, will re-
turn to the United States this sum-
mer to manage a team of Hawaiian
swimmers on a tour which will take
in both San Francisco and New
York World fairs.
The most interesting man of his
race, Duke, at 47, is in as good
physical condition
as when he was
- ' * breaking world rec-
W ords. And that’s
been quite a while
ago. He came to the
United States for the
1912 Olympic trials,
and began a career
that lasted 20 years
and took him to all
parts of the world
as a champion.
“At the 1912
Olympics in ’Stock-
holm," said Duke, in
his high sheriff’s office in Honolulu,
“the king of Sweden insisted upon
treating me as royalty. He made
the mistake so many have done,
he assumed that 'Duke* indicates
that 1 come from Hawaiian royalty.
‘Duke’ is my name and has nothing
la. do with titles. In all my trips
abroad I’ve met the same thing. I
■
vwus invuwus. voun, dfcck ana aicrri
•a continue their ascent of the mountains.
Stopping to rest, they sight the Tillsons, re-
turning to their hideaway. Next day. Cook
E sends Breck and Sierra in one direction to
repair the telephone line, while he takes
another. Over the campfire at night Sierra
' P01 Breck more about Louise Temple,
f *That kid’s a thoroughbred," he says. He
. also believes that Art Tillson is not essen-
tially "bad," but is the victim of ctrcum-
Stances. Returning to Cook's camp, Breck
*4 is directed to go to Rock House Meadow,
■ his permanent bare. On his way, he is
V the target of a pistol shot from an unseen
B assailant. The bullet misses, but his fright-
' ened pack animals bolt and Breck goes in
V pursuit. Finding a deserted cabin, he takes
shelter from the rain. A moment later two
of the Tillson brothers arrive and Breck
hides in the cabin loft. Then Art Tillson
arrives. Breck hears the three Tillsons dis-
cuss a plot against his life. Waiting his
chance. Breck surprises the brothers and
holds them at the point of his gun. Jud,_
the oldest brother, offers a bribe if Breck'
■will "make no trouble." Ph
Breck pretends to take the o
aideration. lets the men go. ________,,
Is to take count at the annual cattle drive
at Rock House Meadow. There he meets
Louise Temple.
CHAPTER IX—Continued
“Ranger,” Louise said, riding
Close, “I don’t believe I know your
name.”
He told her.
"Gordon Breck?” she repeated.
‘Haven’t I heard of you before?
•et me think . . .”
Inward warning urged him to pre-
mt that thought. Surely she had
1 lown Jim Cotter; and Jim had
p obably spoken his name, perhaps
rr entioned their close friendship. He
Fdid not want her to make the con-
L nection.
Sweeping a gloved hand toward
the river of animals, he asked,
“What part of this drive is yours,
Miss Temple?”
“Louy, if you like,” she said im-
personallyr-"! shan’t call you Mis-
3 ter.” And then in the same off-hand
manner: “I am allowed six hundred
head on my permit, but
there are seven hundred.”
Breck turned to her with
laugh. Her eyes met his
and he was undecided whether she
was spoofing him or not. His laugh-
ter died and matching her own se-
rious look, he said, “I can let you
have six hundred and
more.”
“And what about
eighty?”
Breck shrugged.
“My, aren’t you a
ranger!”
“Very!” he agreed.
They had not ridden far together
when she suddenly turned in her
saddle, looking up the right canyon
bank. Breck followed her eyes. A
bunch of steers had left the main
drive and were working toward a
side coulee.
The girl cupped her hands.
“Palo!” An Indian boy started to
her. She waved him back, but he
only halted. The strays swung up
the coulee at a run. “Oh Lord!”
The blue horse sprang beneath her,
knowing his job, and raced up be-
hind the cattle.
In order to circle around and get
in front of them she must jump a
narrow creek that had cut its steep
banks along the ravine bottom.
Breck watched as she dashed to the
edge. The horse refused to make
the leap there. She forced him fur-
ther on and back to the bank again.
He hesitated, and in that instant of
wavering, lost his momentum. When
he sprang his rush was spent. Legs
clawed the air. His belly struck
the opposite rim. He reared, hind
feet in the stream,-forefeet pawing
at the bank top for one tense sec-
ond; then he became overbalanced
and fell.
It all happened in a moment;
Breck dropped hit pack line and
wheeled Kit toward the coulee. He
saw Louise slip from the saddle and
hurl herself across the water. The
falling horse missed her.
Breck’s breath escaped in a
thankful gasp. Then his eye caught
a black shape racing through the
pines along the canyon bank. The
Indian boy had sent his dog; was
yelling at him now to come back,
but too late. The black beast cir-
cled the herd, turned them, sent
them down as he sprang in with
snapping at the laggards.
Breck was not conscious of gaug-
distance. He only knew that the
of the steers was still above
He lashed his horse toward
saw there was no time to help
swung to the ground,
not fifty yards
wedge, a huge
the lead. That
Monarch of the Mile
CELDOM does an athlete so far
° surpass his contemporaries that
he is looked upon as an almoet-
certain winner as soon as he enters'
an event.
Heavyweight Champion Joe Louis
is one. The issue is very seldom in
doubt when he steps into the ring.
Glenn Cunningham, the tireless
Kansan, is another. When he
stretches out in the mile race his
opponents are automatically classed
as also-rans.
Cunningham seems invincible In
the mile race. Of course, he has
his off days, but whether he is in
the best of form or not he man-
ages to break the tape with re-
markable regularity. As milers ge,>
Glenn is practically perfect. That's
the trouble. He’s too perfect. And
perfection does get monotonous.
Not long ago John Borican, El-
beron (N. J.) Negro, beat Cunning-
ham in a special 1,000-yard run.,
Borican staved off a famous Cun-
ningham sprint to win in 2:14.3.'
Glenn, however, previously had run
the distance in 2:01.1, a world rec-
ord.
A short time later the Kansan got
revenge. In a mile race in Boston,
Cunningham defeated the five man{
field without a great deal of trouble.,
The race found his 1,060 yards con-
queror, Borican, in last place. .
How long he can continue winning!
is problematical. Soon some bar-,
rel chested youth will beat the vet-
eran, and interest in the mile run
will grow. There certainly is no
GLENN CUNNINGHAM
blame to be attached. Cunningham
gives the best he has every race,
and is a true sportsman. But com-
petition for him is lacking, though
several promising milers have their
eyes on his record, It will be a
strange, somewhat sad day when the
old workhorse is definitely unseated
as reigning monarch of the mile.
Winter Winner ,
P J. (DUTCH) HARRISON, lead-
ing money winner of the win-
ter golf circuit, is one champion
who will keep both feet on the
ground.
The Arkansas-born lad, who jut
a few years ago was caddying at
$1 per round, has picked up $3,661
since the first of the year, to make
him top winner among the touring
professionals.
Horton Smith brought Dutch to
Chicago after spotting his ability on
Arkansas courses. He eventually
became assistant pro at Horton’s
home club in Oak Park, Hl.
His Arkansas background gives
him a level head. After smash-
ing par by 13 strokes to set a com-
petitive record of 271 in winning
the Texas Open at San> Antonio he
was asked what he would do with
the prize money. His reply was:
“That’ll help to feed the hogs."
It took him quite a while really
to get up steam. In the Chicago
Open he led the field with a 67 the
first day, only to have the officials
csnccl all the first round scores
due to a thunderstorm. The next
day he chalked up a bad round,
well behind Sam Snead’s winning
total. His 67 tied Hagen’s'com-
petitive record of 11 years standing.
Since January 1 Harrison has
scored victories in Bing Crosby’s
tournament and the Texas Open.
He lost a playoff to Dick Metr, an-
other Chicagoan, in the Oakland
tournament, and finished third at
Phoenix.
Though not the best of putters, he
has power off the tees and great
iron shots. They seem to be enough
to win for him.
Sport Shorts
Ciencia, filly who won the $50,000
Santa Anita derby February^ 22,
comes from the vast King ranch in
Texas. The ranch'embraces about
850,000 acres of Texas’ finest ter-
rain . . . Dizzy Dean has finally
confessed that he was not born in
Oklahoma, but in the hills of Arkan-
sas, some three miles from Lucas
. . . Only major league baseball
. team to change training camps this
year yas-the Phillies, having shifted
from Biloxi, Miss., to New Braun-
fels, Texas ... A Henry (Neb.)
basketball player scored a basket
fofkhe opposing quint recently. His
name was Corrigan . , . Archie
San Romani, has beaten Glenn
Cunningham seven times in the
mile, but never on an indoor track
. . . Amateur athletes in Australia
are forbidden to receive instruc-
tions from a professional ... A pin-
tail duck banded by a Kansas farm-
er . during the fall of 1927 waa
brought down by a hunter in Mexi-
co in 1938. - -1
• Waators Hawumi Vatta,
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The Lampasas Daily Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 36, No. 5, Ed. 1 Saturday, March 11, 1939, newspaper, March 11, 1939; Lampasas, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1214741/m1/3/?rotate=90: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lampasas Public Library.