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Show I HAZEL IS THE REAL COWGIRL OF THE WEST MISS HAZEL MOHAN. BORN on the "ll-Lar.y-S. B." ranch in the shadow of Kaplc's Nest Bntto in Pino Ridge Indian reservation in South Dakota, brought up on tho back of a cow pony with a ropo in her hands, to rido the range like a man and shoot the buttons off tho coats of tennencct, and then spring into mo limelight of wild west shows and vaudeville vaude-ville as one of the cleverest, women ropers, rop-ers, in a small waj- explains Miss Hazel Moran, featuring the "Romance of Wyoming" at tho Empress this week. Of medium height, bright, sparkling brown cyon, a fair complexion and strength unusual in a woman'. Miss Moran Mo-ran first impresses one as capable of holdinp lior own in tho world. She talks with that delightful vernacular of the open range and just a trifle wjst-fully, wjst-fully, too. She has boen iu vaudoyille and' before the public for tho last oight ycaj. but it has not spoiled her love for too. little Tauch home. Every year sho makes a pilgrimage, drops off the Chicago & Northwestern train at Bolve-dere Bolve-dere to spring-lightly to tho back of a cayuse aud gallop thirty-five miles over the prairie where molher is waiting. Miss Moran could not romember how she learned to swine a lariat or shoot. She .iust naturally crew into the knack and it comes ns "natural as eating and drinking. To dance iu and out of a fifty-foot, circle of whirling, flying rope is phi- for her and few men can excel her. |