The Crosbyton Review. (Crosbyton, Tex.), Vol. 33, No. 17, Ed. 1 Friday, April 25, 1941 Page: 3 of 8
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THE CROSBYTON REVIEW
in tke
aicthur stringed
'i
I sMnev under, mining engineer, la'
o Barbara Trumbull, but ap-
hai fallen In lova with Carol
MaUnuska achool teacher. Sa-
iT. Bryson, one of her puplli. a big
i tSoor girl. • aUo 111 love wlth hlm-
•i
! «t can break trail for the back
where a he-man'• till got
I'„athin'-roona," was his solemn-
( .j rpD]y, "I cairmuah on to a val
1° that ain't overrun with weak-
s and womenfolks."
Thanks," 1 aid-
I ain't got nothin' against you.
llrlie he said. "I've been strohg
jiu from the first crack out o'
UnvvM. hem JhaUnowy
spotted you on the trail, you
li good Mather. And-tater on I
uvvied you was mixed up with a
Lch o* snakes here. That's why
kind o' hate t' mush on and leave
[ou sittin' out on a limb."
■I've always managed to take
lare of myself." I assured him.
•That's what you think," said
•k-Eye. "But it's time some plain-
imiken hombre put a bee or two in
'our bonnet. For I savvy a heap
ibre'n you imagine, girlie. You
ink Big John Trumbull'll give you
square deal on your claim trial,
lut he won't. He ain't built that
Jav. And there's a glib-talkin' ta-
fantula right over in that transient-
amp who's figgerin' on bustin' you
ip in this colony, when the chance
tomes around. And he's got Trum-
,ull behind him."
'Is that Eric the Red?" I de-
landed, my thoughts suddenly back
more imminent things.
'That's the bird." acknowledged
jck-Eye as a leathery bid claw
jtroked his six-gun holster. "And
In thfe good old days when us sour-
Boughs cleaned up a camp as she
jught to be cleaned up that wind-
lammer'd have swung from a tam-
irack bough afore he'd passed out
lis second mess o' pizen-talk. I
lon't like what he's sayin* about
rou and Sid Lander. I don't like
ything he says."
'What's he got against Lander?"
asked.
"One item worth mentionin',"
jk-Eye said with his not unkindly
tmile, "is the fact that Lander's
•idin' range for you."
'Why should he ride range, as
rou put it, for me?" I inquired with
iurely defensive obtuseness.
Sock-Eye took another chew be-
fore deigning to answer.
'Why, that long-legged giloot's so
:razy about you, girlie, he can't see
itraight."
I could feel the color come up
ito my face. But I managed to
ceep control of my voice.
'Did he ever tell you this?" I
•V?'
"That hombre," asserted the
|frowning Sock-Eye, "ain't given to
alkin' much. But when he gits set
on doin' a thing he does it in his
own way."
"But it would be in an honest
vay," I proudly proclaimed.
Sock-Eye's shaggy head nodded
pts dubious assent.
"He's a straight-shooter all right.
But that's jtis' where the hitch is.
ie's too straight. And considerin'
vhat he's facin' it ain't gittin' him
ar."
Sock-Eye's gaze wavered away
and regarded the design I'd em-
broidered on a gunny sack for a
or mat.
"I ain't nosin' into that tie-up with
he Trumbull dame. TThaFiTtfome-
hing 'twixt him and his Creator.
But there's that girl o' Sam Bry-
aon's. S'lary ain't what you'd meb-
'■ call civilized."
"She has her good points," I re-
retfully admitted.
"Mebbe she has. But when a
Imaverick in petticoats like that gits
Ian idee in her head, when she's set
Ion somethin' she ain't no special
■right to, she's a-goin' after it like a
|wildcat after a rabbit."
I began to discern the threatening
I bush about which my old friend was
|*o artfully beating.
"Lander seems able to take care
[of himself," I ventured.
"Mebbe he is," retorted Sock-Eye'
[ 'And mebbe he ain't But book
I irnin' and shadow-boxln' with the
Ih ^ornrnan<*ments •'n't goin' t'
laelp you much when you're compet-
|ta^ against a she-wolf."
"I haven't," I ventured, "seen
|«gn of any conflict."
"You wouldn't,*' acceded Sock-
I Ha *• 1 tQld you once afore,
gold i where you find It And so is
* h°mbre's consolation for livin'
I*}00'; Bu* it's mebbe worth- re-
ttetnberln' that both ^h« man and
["•Rtyal ia usually corraled by the
■ ger who's first t' hightail It In f
wnera the strike Is."
vAMt> deeP In thought after he
1 piclced «P two letters
I Paw to go to the post office at
LTLi? at 1118 ,am# time gave
L. J! excuse (or tnvad*
a^t1 ^en territory.
I r«=ii ,pFro*e^ed ®le Commissary
mora th I0181 crowd WM doing
had Jiltl l£iter* A ,ew of toe men
had mi u ^ their hand®: ■ '*w
IjPiclt handles and axes. Still
I °°ticed, carried heavy
cheer U^*p[uc# Wood- And a broken
up from them a4 Erlc
id4 mlf?\hed through their ranks
I the porch end.
"w are IT #Catu e'" h# d«*n«nded,
iteart ** eetx)rn Americans? In-
W. K. U. Service
THE STORY 10 FAB
Carol'a father died in Alaska with an
unproven claim Which Trumbull la con-
testing. Lander qulta his employ, be-
eomea Held manager, for the Matanuaka
Valley project. Sock-Bye Schlupp. an old
aourdough. calls on Carol to tell her ahe
INSTALLMENT XV
were fed on tainted beef and big
promises. Your women and chil-
dren waded through mud and you
were told to grub out spruce roots
or go without a crop. And when
your children fell sick they were
taken away from the homes where
-they belonged and carried off to a
jerry-built pesthouse and kept pris-
oners there .while a couple of over-
fed she-nurses sat around smoking
qjgarettea .and p 1 aying^chectrerd"07ith.
an imported sawbones who lined up
your little ones and vaccinated them
whether they needed it or not And
now ITs about time—"
That was ^s much as I heard. For
a wave of resentment went through
my body and rang a little bell some-
where at the back of my brain. I
found myself clambering up on the
porch beside the momentarily si-
lenced Ericson.
"Wait a minute." I heard my own
voice shouting above the jeers and
the derisive laughter my over-abrupt
eruption gave birth to. "I want to
tell you the truth about this trouble-
maker and what he's doing to this
colony. For if you're fools enough
to let him poison your minds with
his cheap lies and his half-baked
Red ideas you don't deserve the
ought to be In Chakltana to fight for her
father's claim. He htmaelf is moving
on away from the new Matanuaka; it
has become too "civilized."
The old "bush rat" haa nothing but
contempt for the new project.
eater was so far forgetting himself
,as to disembowteTa" helpless enemy.,
But I could see. when it was all over,
that the flashing knife blade had
merely severed Ericson's belt and
slashed loose his trouser legs, leav-
ing him standing there bare-kneed
below his ridiculous cotton shorts.
Then with incredible dexterity the
old desert-rat swung the twisted leg
cjgth around^herroanger man's star.
ody^terottrhg him th&pe a pris-
oner against-the post. His move-
ments were more leisurely as he tied
a third styip about Ericson's thin
neck.
eolenyof homes
* driven sheep
c«jr of lousy tents. You
"You've a chance to conquer
this last frontier."
chance this Project is giving you.
Yoli've a chance to be nation-build-
ers. You've a chance to be heroes.
You've a chance to conquer this last
frontier and make happy homes
here and—"
But the envious rabble-rouser at
my side had no intention, obviously,
of surrendering the stage to an
outsider. There was a shout of
laughter as I was unceremoniously
bumped off the porch end.
"Don't listen to this kid-tamer,"
I could hear Ericson shouting as I
gathered myself up. "She <;an't
pull that kindergarten stuff with men
like us who know our own minds.
And know, as well, that she's the
private pastry of that imported col-
lege-dude engineer who's trying—"
And that, still again,, was as far
as Erie the Red got.
His speech was cut sliuit by a
1 had no clear suspicion of Sock-
Eye's intentions lentil I saw him
stroll down the steps and pick up an
empty salmon tin lying in the road
dust. There he eyed it with solemn
approval.
His steps were distressingly un-
steady as he returned to the porch
and placed the tin on Ericson's
head. A laugh went .up from the
crowd when Ericson shook the can
from its resting place.
Sock-Eye solemnly replaced it.
"Do that again." he droaked, "and
I 11 sure fan the bump o' veneration
off'n your skull."
He backed slowly away, :the full
length of the porch.
"That gun-fanning old fool's go-
ing to pull the William Tell trick."
cried someone at the edge of the
crowd.
"Better get an apple," cried an-
other guttural voice.
But I couldn't see any excuse for
I mirth in the situation. I could feel
my heart come up in my mouth as
I saw Sock-Eye's long arm swing
about in an airy half-circle, with
the heavy six-gun in the tremulous
old hand.
My impulse was to stop such mad-
ness. I even called out and started
forward. But I was too late.
The shot rang out before I could
reach the porch. And at the same
time the empty salmon tin went
spinning through the evening air.
Sock-Eye, ignoring the shouts of
the crowd, went SOlemhly after it
His intention, apparently, was to re-
peat that foolish and perilous per-
formance. But it was cut short
when ,a military-looking car swung
in from the highway and Colonel
Hart flung out of the seat beside
his driver.
"Arrest that man," he called to
the Anchorage marshal who stood
pn the running board.
But with an altogether unexpected! jn the past. Our lack of resources
nimbleness Sock-Eye rounded the
bullet that splintered the porch post
within ten inches of his hpad. Be-
fore he could recover from"Kis aston-
ishment at that interruption a sec-
ond bullet cut through the crown of
his hat and buried itself in the wood-
work behind him.
I glanced back, at that second
shot, and caught sight of Sock-Eye
standing just beyond the outer fringe
of the crowd. .
"Grab that old fool." someone
cried. "He's drunk."
"Drunk, am I?" he croaked as he
advanced slowly toward the porch
end, the clustered bodies making
way for him as he so threateningly
moved forward. "Mebbe I am; but
I'm still sober enough t* scotch a
two-legged snake."
The only person who didn't fall
back was Ericson. I don't know
whether it was courage, or whether
it was hopelessness. But he re-
mained there at the porch end,
white-faced and motionless, with his
narrowed eyes on the swaying old-
timer.
Sock-Eye took three slow steps to-
ward him.
"Now 'dance high, tenderfoot" he
suddenly barked out And with equal
abruptness the two poised pistols re-
peated .that bark, splintering the
porch floor at Ericson's feet
Ericson didn't exactly dance. His
foot-movement as • third bullet
nipped the toe of his foot, must have
been largely an involuntary one. But
his repeated movement as another
bullet cut Into th* «ole edge of his
othir boot might have been Inter-
preted as a none too happy dance
step. And that was repeated until
he stood with his back against the
porch post '
When he suddenly bolstered one
of his revolvers.'and jerked out his
sheath knife I thought for a dread-:
ful second or two, that the old fire-
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PAY FARMER FOR RAISING
THINGS WE NOW IMPORT
THE EFFORT to solve the Ameri-
can farm problem cost the United
States $1,567,000,000 last year. That
was seven times the cost for 1933.
-Eor_lfl4Q. the total amounted to an
average of $291 per farm, but the
farmers did not get all of that
County administration costs amount-
ed to $104,020,000, an average of just
about $4,000 per county. That coun-
ty administration cqst represented 6
per cent of the total government ap-
propriation, an increase from 2%
per cent in 1935.—
ministration costs do not cover<(the
salaries of county agents.
And still the farm problem is not
solved.
We have on hand today more than
one full year's average crop of cot-
ton and practically one year's crop
of wheat, with the surplus in all
products growing each year, our
world markets decreasing, and ag-
ricultural imports from other coun-
tries continuing, and in some lines
increasing.
Each year we are importing ag-
ricultural products which we can,
and to some extent d6, raise in .his
country to the extent of Vh billion
dollars. If the American farmer
was encouraged to raise the prod-
ucts we are now importing, if he
were paid a small price for raising
them, and then given-a protected
market in which to sell them, we
might find a solution to the Ameri-
can farm problem.
The farmer is not.seeking govern-
ment charity. He is asking only
fair play. Manufacturer^ were giv-
en protected markets to offset the
wage scales in this country as com-
pared with other nations. The Amer-
ican farmer wants the same kind of
consideration and should he get it,
would be better off financially thaq
he is now, even though the govern-
ment is paying him for limiting pro-
duction an amount that far exceeds
the entire cost of government 25
years ago.
The American farmer would pre-
fer to be paid for what he does, rath-
er than for what he does not do. He
likes vo stand on his own feet when
that is at all possible.
Some day both majo , Political
parties may make that discj^ery.
• • •
U. S. WILL BE ONLY
CREDITOR NA4l©N~
LATE IN OCTOBER of 1918, An-
dre Tardieu, then a member of the
French cabinet, said to me in Paris:
"France cannot again ,be the cus-
tomer of America that she has been
To the majoritvt
American children Satur-
day night means dunking.
To the 2,500 boys who be-
long to Kips Bay Boys'
club in New York, Satur-
day night means battle.
The boxer with the highest
$number of points gets a
watch. Age range, 6 to 21.
" This series of pictures
takes you to the club.
Right: This little fellow
is loaded for bear. The
gloves they use are well
padded, so, except for a
bloody nose jor two; no
damage is possible.
m
Picture
Parade
The gladiators are shown here weighing in for thv bouts.
Weights range from 50 pounds to 135 pounds.
Commissary, dodged out past the
stock shed, and disappeared in the
spruce scrub, at the same time that
Katie 'and her Black Maria roared
closer along the highway that skirt-
ed the Tailway siding. On the seat
beside her was Salaria, armed with
a ride, and plainly a self-appointed
vigilante.
"Who's hurt?" I heard Colonel
Hart cali out as the ambulance shud-
dered to a stop.
"Two transients caught setting a
fire," answered Katie. "They
showed tight and had to be sub-
dued."
"And it was Sid Lander done the
subduin'," proudly announced the
self-appointed vigilante at her side,
* /- V
CHAPTER XIX
When Barbara Trumbull and her
father came in, they came by piano.
What prompted that return Was, of
course, unknown to me.
But I was more worried, at the
time, by Sock-Eye's abrupt disap-
pearance. The bullheaded old gun-
fanner had possessed himself of two
pack mules, which he hid in the
hills beyond Knik Glacier and loaded
down with grub and equipment and
three cases of dynamite^ Rumor had
it that S'lary Bryson had not only
been his go-between during those
preparations but had been his com-
panion and trail mate on his first
day's travel out through the hills.
And after that the silence had swal-
lowed him up.
When I went to the Bryson shack,
to glean a little, more light on the
matter, I found Sam . alone there,
alone and singularly acid-spirited.
But when I questioned if Sock-Eye
wasn't too old and erratic-minded
for lone-fire prospecting like that
he refused to share in my fears.
"That ol' sourdough knows his
hills. And he knows how t' mush
through 'em, '^inter .at summer."
"Where's Salaria?" I asked as I
made a show of producing the text-
books that motivated my visit
"Bear shootin'," was Sam'r trucu-
lent reply.
"I'm sorry," I said, "that she's
missing a lesson."
That seemed to give Sam the opcn>
lng he wanted.
"It ain't wrlngin' no tears out o'
me," he protested. . And there was
no mistaking the tremor of indigna-
tion in his voice. "What's more,"
he continued, "instead ^ all Hill
book-teadin' doin' my S'lai7 a bit o'
good, it's flllin' her up with enough
loco idees t' founder a pack horse.
And I ain't thankin' you or anyone
else for pixenin' her mind and mak-
in' her about as easy t' live with as
will force us to. produce our own
foods and our own raw materials.
We must grow our cotton in the
Niger valley • of Africa and in Indo
China. More .intensive cultivation
of French, or French colonial farms
i must produce our foods, unless
America is willing to finance us."
That is just what happened to the
foreign market of American farm
products, not only in France, but in
other European nations.
When the present war is ovei,
there will be nothing left in Europe
With which to buy. The United
States will be the one big creditor
nation of the world. We must learn
the methods of a creditor nation.
We must buy if we would sell, and
we must not make the American
farmer carry all the load. Today
we buy farm products from foreign
countries that we may sell those
countries manufactured products.
That is not fair to the
farmer. He is entitled to his home
market
•n underfed she-grirziy."
(TO BE CONTINUEDJ
A GREAT MAN
IN COUNTRY JOURNALISM
AS I PASSED through Oregon
City, Ore., recently, I recalled one
of the outstanding men of country
journalism who died about a year
ago. Edward E. Brodie arid his
Oregon City Enquirer aided materi-
ally in making Oregon City the
thriving little city it is. Edward
Brodie and his newspaper led the
way, and people of the community
followed that lead.
I knew Edward Brodie in many
places throughout the nation and the
world. President Harding sent
him to Siam as American minister.
Later he was transferred to Finland
and was a favorite "With the Finnish
people. He served the National Edi-
torial association as its president
and did much for the advancement
of country journalism. He knew the
value of rural America to the nation,
and the value of the newspaper to
the rural community. He was one
of the great men of country journal'
ism.
• • *
NON-PAYING BRIDGE
JUSTUS CRAEMER, railroad
commissioner of California, pro-
poses as a defense measure that
the Golden Gate bridge be turtied
over to the federal government sub-
jectjo the debt it carries. The gov-
ernment permitted the budding of
the bridge on condition Uiat no tolls
be charged to federal employees, in-
cluding officers and men of the
army, navy, marine Corps and other
government services. Because of
that condition, more than one-third
at those using the bridge do not pay.
S&i-x - •
Upper right: Director John McCrorv gives one of his gladiators
last-minute instructions. Below: And here is one of the encounters.
Two mosquito weights are belting away in the center of the ring.
The winnah! Referee Mc-
Crory holds up the hand of a
winner, who leaps into the air in
great glee.
Post-war . . . After a frolic in
the club pool, the ertswhile foe*
meet in the locker rooms and re
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